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pnb rock - intro (rnb) lyrics

[verse]
i grew up without my dad
cause he got k!lled by my brother’s mom
word on the street is that she stabbed him a couple times
found out that he had another girl pregnant
tryna let it go but but her pride wouldn’t let it
thoughts saying murder so she picked up a weapon
knife to the chest, now there’s no more fredrick, d-mn
was too young to even be sad though
everything was all cool cause i had more
he was more than an uncle, he was more like a brother
matter of fact he was more like my dad though
took part of my soul when they k!lled him
seven twelve oh-seven shit got real
one shot to the chest can’t be real
to this day man y’all don’t know how i feel
still wanna call your phone
but i know that you won’t answer, i feel all alone
streets raised me, mom did what she could
tryna raise five bad boys in the hood
by the age of thirteen n-gg- i was smoking weed
got my hands on a gun same day i caught a jug
kicked out the crib mom’s tired of the cops knocking
dropped out of high school, said f-ck college
just a young n-gg- out here with no guidance
skinny n-gg- that was never scared of n-body
i caught a juvenile case, yeah they sat me down
couple months in arizona now i’m back around
f-ck no, no lessons learned
i came home thinkin’ it’s my turn
on probation still catching cases
still smoking weed, now i’m on the run
while later, man i ran into some money
lord knows couldn’t tell me nothin’
i’m for real when they copped [?]
wore [?] jewelry me and mean, we was stuntin’
but you know that ain’t last long
like i said i was on the run
n-gg- caught another case and they sent me upstate
hard time, wasn’t nothin’ fun
whole time i was up there snappin’
no friends, no fam, what happened
no mail, no texts got a n-gg- catchin’ wreck in the mountains
i was up there stressin’
writin’ songs made the time go by
’till my celly said rock you hot
i’m for real, you can probably get a deal
matter fact let’s take it to the yard outside
i spit a verse and sung a hook and they said bring it back
young boy, you got that work, you really in your bag
came home and i’m f-cking up the game now
n-gg-s mad cause i rap and sing now
h-ll yeah i done made my own lane now
watch this rnb shit be flames now
watch this rnb shit be flames now

- pnb rock lyrics

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