Felon
[Intro]
A nigga grew up just to be felon
I said a nigga grew up just to be a felon
Yeah I'm a felon
A nigga grew up just to be a felon
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I'm sorry mama I didn't mean to pull the trig
I'm sorry mama now I leave to serve my bid
Understand these consequences from the life I lived
Shooting at enemies even though I was a kid
Only sixteen now I'm gone away for life
Behind these bars in prison
For shooting with my piece
Approached me with the reckless
He said he wanted beef
He made me turn sour bitch nigga called me sweet mama
This was my first murder but I don't feel ashamed
That's how the streets go mama I'd probably kill again
Inside my heart is cold anger I still contain
My future I neglect but my pride I still maintained
Swayed by this gang life culture look what it did to me
Plus my girl is pregnant son I won't live to see
I'm just thug it's in my blood I rep the gang homie
Forget about me like father just hope you pray for me
I know my life is over
Filled with rage so I pedaled like a cyclist motor
But now I must move on
Another chapter forced to face cause I'm young and dumb
I'm really sorry mama but what's done is done
[Chorus]
A nigga grew up just to be a felon
I guess a nigga grew up just to be a felon
Yeah I'm felon
A nigga grew up...
[Verse 2]
Okay what happens now?
Loved raising drama till my karma came back around
Call it evolution
Now punishments I must face take my retributions
Ignored the neat life, I chose the street life
My gang affiliated out doing crime
Hope you learn a little lesson from this story of mine
If I could teleport in time and I had this knowledge
I'd pick another route maybe even go to college
Get a degree graduate work that retail
Change your life get the message like an email
My tracks derailed crashed well I ain't listen
But you can get back on that track escape this hell I'm living
Ugh! A failed tale now I walk to my jail cell
Goodbye, I fucked up don't want to cry
My mama warned me
She was telling
Look at me now
A nigga grew up just to be a felon
[Chorus]
[Outro]
[Intro]
A nigga grew up just to be felon
I said a nigga grew up just to be a felon
Yeah I'm a felon
A nigga grew up just to be a felon
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I'm sorry mama I didn't mean to pull the trig
I'm sorry mama now I leave to serve my bid
Understand these consequences from the life I lived
Shooting at enemies even though I was a kid
Only sixteen now I'm gone away for life
Behind these bars in prison
For shooting with my piece
Approached me with the reckless
He said he wanted beef
He made me turn sour bitch nigga called me sweet mama
This was my first murder but I don't feel ashamed
That's how the streets go mama I'd probably kill again
Inside my heart is cold anger I still contain
My future I neglect but my pride I still maintained
Swayed by this gang life culture look what it did to me
Plus my girl is pregnant son I won't live to see
I'm just thug it's in my blood I rep the gang homie
Forget about me like father just hope you pray for me
I know my life is over
Filled with rage so I pedaled like a cyclist motor
But now I must move on
Another chapter forced to face cause I'm young and dumb
I'm really sorry mama but what's done is done
[Chorus]
A nigga grew up just to be a felon
I guess a nigga grew up just to be a felon
Yeah I'm felon
A nigga grew up...
[Verse 2]
Okay what happens now?
Loved raising drama till my karma came back around
Call it evolution
Now punishments I must face take my retributions
Ignored the neat life, I chose the street life
My gang affiliated out doing crime
Hope you learn a little lesson from this story of mine
If I could teleport in time and I had this knowledge
I'd pick another route maybe even go to college
Get a degree graduate work that retail
Change your life get the message like an email
My tracks derailed crashed well I ain't listen
But you can get back on that track escape this hell I'm living
Ugh! A failed tale now I walk to my jail cell
Goodbye, I fucked up don't want to cry
My mama warned me
She was telling
Look at me now
A nigga grew up just to be a felon
[Chorus]
[Outro]
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