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joe moses - i'm back lyrics

fresh up out of jail
to the streets to the booth
only lord knows all the sh-t i’ve been through
fighting every day, i ain’t tryna to be here
got enough to change the life
so i remember what i did
can’t ever save my cross can only hold what i sorrow
i’m living for today so ain’t no time for tomorrow
doors open up, feel the pain in my glory
this ain’t no ‘nother rap song
this a real n-gg- story

let me tell you i’m back to the spot on the dealin
where everybody hussle hard 24/7
before i was moses, before i was rappin’
just another bad -ss kid really really trappin
mama kicked me out she didn’t like how i was living
it’s just me and my b-tch and my b-tch ain’t real
neither
but that’s another story, focus on the realest turn to
into now
real n-gg-s gotta feel this
daddy was in jail had the yale for the ale
my homies at the block but you can always get the pill
uncle not around, case still in jail
but n-gg-s can’t judge me i’m living how i feel
frank you really grinding you said he got a plan
he said he got a chy town n-gg-s tryin’ to expand
i only got 5, he said he got 10
they only want green, i told ’em low the van
red said f-ck it put this money in pie
frankie got a plane ticket then we shift it off the
block
that was old too, this sh-t don’t stop
but frankie touch down swear he had it on lock
frankie got caught, and chy don’t play
taught my n-gg- up the hoes showed em where he stay
trick a hundred racks they send ’em on his way
tied the b-tches up and poured some gas on his face
d-mn i was stuck, really on my cash
and then i got the news that i might be a dad
a n-gg- f-cked up, i’m living on my last
the stress that we on he got a house we can p-ss
me and puzz beacon so i didn’t see my brother
only in the hood tell my mama sh-t ,i love her
hit my first house, we ballin’ we be back
it was me and boo crew and my n-gg- little yack
breaking into houses, some n-gg-s call it flocking
white on white lex, them hoes think we poppin’
on in the club, blowing money fast
the second time i p-ssed baby stress bought a jag
whole team on, murder m coupe
baby act ride, bluzzing chris moving
had a real movement, n-gg-s on them deuces
family over bullsh-t the streets gotta salute us
salute how we came at the f-ck the streets up
we all blow money we don’t really give a f-ck
headed up the highway tryin’ to get clear
hit 5 ounces i went to jail for 10
the bail said 15, but really it was jail
all the way up pay 500 grand
d-mn we were stuck, where the f-ck the cash at
just set 26 years i had to laugh at
out of my luck, who the f-ck to hit
angelo was gone, probably sucking d-ck
mama had a lawyer, brother came up
the only ones accord every day i’m chained up
did 2 years straight frighten on my case
just get me 4, trick the deal i ain’t racist
4 years p-ssed, f-ckin sh-t i’m back
swear to god i’m living, ye
i’m back

- joe moses lyrics

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