 [Chorus x2]
I ain't never had no easy life
what I have become, didn't come from thinking twice,
Put That On everything (everything), everyone (everyone)
Born to fill the prophecy the sun of the seventh son..
I was born with a forked tongue, Born to Spit the Wicked Shit
Child of circumstances made the motherf**king shit legit
Even as a little kid I knew that most would hate me
My uncle tried to kill me, that's the things that help to make me
Lost up in my mind, I never f**k with any medications
Slowly over time went from crazy into desperation
Never learned to cope with feelings, Never felt a f**king thing
Never gave a f**k enough, so never placed no f**king blame
Haters talk about me they knew something was wrong
Starting choking out my friends and they knew that I was gone,
I was labeled as a bad seed said I needed therapy
In and out of schools for drug abuses and vulgarities
Sent away so many times try to fix a broken child
He's so mean, he's f**king sick, the little bastard never smiles.
A lot of doctors teachers family members, had their own say
I wanna take the time to thank them for the man I am today.
[Chorus x2]
When the devil came to Georgia, made his first stop at Covington
Looked me in the eyes and told me son your the seventh one
Put - cha up in the paper, put ya blood in every f**kin line,
An angel on my shoulder, put my blood in every f**kin rhyme.
Been a little crazy but I got a way that I can deal
Now I got some people understandin how the f**k I feel.
Instead of choking bitches out and catchin me a murder case
I get up in the booth and let the mic take these bitches place.
Been in trials n tribulations put me in a situation
Went from sittin in the back to preachin to the congregation.
Many tried to douse the flame throw some Sodom in my game
Stab me in my f**kin back n I aint gotta say no names.
Came from rehabilitation runnin streets and pocket change
Now I hit the road in busses people screamin out my name.
I aint think I make it thought that adolescence was they in.
But I'm just getting started, let the age of the crow begin.
[Chorus x2]
I ain't never had no easy life. Everything, Everyone.
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