This a story of my past I could reminisce on that

My path was stack with million dollar on my back


My journey was to be the best and forget about my enemies


My enemies trying to drain my future from me


Try to attack me with every shot that they have


But I learn from my mistakes to never gave up and keep looking up, moving up


My story didn’t fully made me


My dream isn’t the way the devil wanted to be


Summer days and summer times couldn’t mix this rhyme


I am god son, no way I could run from this gun sound


My town wanted me gone and dead


The feds didn’t have facts to reverse me back



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