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Astro (rapper)( Brian Vaughn Bradley )
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Ghetta Story
[Verse 1:Astro]
I remember back in the days, when niggas really ain't have it Food in my hands I ain't bite, I grabbed it Bad kid, bad school, bad friends Mamma checking her purse to see I stole the last ten Disperse hit the block nigga put it on my tag I know mamma couldn't stand my black ass Blue, red, American or black flags You blend in with the crowd or get clapped fast My nigga sold weed for cash, back in class I was the smartest But showed off for broads with the cakes Since 5th grade babies were made Not by this kid they only let the crips hit Shit, one chick was so bad we was beggin One week in the school, the second week she was pregnant Kinda scary but To me it was a joke Shawtys offer me neck, I'de prolly choke I use to take notes, go home, forget all I wrote (?) I knew I'd be poppin' in due time It's crazy how my niggas do time Leave the pen, celebrate like they're men And when 3 oclock hit we was on that on the block shit Gunshots from last week seeking who got hit Feds investigating, we instigating Lost souls but with the business we found our way in I was swaying with my Brownsville crew I never told my mamma 'bout the shit I use to do Remember I came home with my face black and blue She was feindin', screaming for awnsers like who? I never told, the reason why See mamma is Jamaican she don't let that shit fly She woulda tried to fight the dudes that hit I And if somebody hit my mamma, somebody gotta die I think ahead I never smoke, niggas said I move like I hit a blunt or two A wise fella I sit back and observe Let the pen hit the pad like the bodies hit the curb Niggas called me weird cos I focused on my verbs I spent hot weather puttin' words together I leave this place, I come back godlike
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