Juvenile Life Lyrics

Damn, what?
I ain't seen the streets since I was a juvenile, like
And now that I look back on myself when I was a kid, like
Damn, what? I was really, really thuggin', like
I was sitting, knowing that
I'm just hoping I learned my lesson this time, like for real
You know the streets made me a man
And the chain gang made me even better
Had to realize that in order to win

Juvenile when I caught seven, that shit felt like life
They say one off the lock, we finna get back right
You ain't hold me down, lil' mama, I saw you ain't my type
I would lie down in my cell, think about you all night
On parole, mama stressing, don't get caught with your pipe
Grandma life on HBO, I used to see her smoke, cry
I was stressing every night, I had to sleep with my knife
Got depression, institutionalized, and feel inside it
Feel I owe it to me, Chase got to get back for nine
All dead, the mama think I got to kill for the smile
Baby, ain't no talk to me about him, I'm still slinging nine
I'm in Charlotte with my snow bun in North Carolina
I don't know about no pain, all them tears I cried
November 2021 when I lost my tribe
Had emotions to the mists, but ain't had gotten nine
Look to my left when I lost J, crack a smile
And I heard I was on the pine, so I came in child
Couple stabbers on my river, bitch, I wash it down
Every time I think about Kwan-May, my head be stuck in the cloud
Murder shit run through my vein, came home as a child
By then grown, taught me how to cook, now I'm whipping on my own
Metal cuffs on my wrist, break them on that stone
Made my first dollar cash trappin' off Obama phone
It's that murder movement on my P shit, Dell say we're so abusive
There's some demons, and you know I'm Madison, of course, I did fiend this
I wish y'all all knew, man, feel like king

What the fuck, don't people bless that a white boy were gonna hold it down?
I know my city proud, bitch, I'm the biggest now
My murder squad did the same thing, they gave him a dime
It ain't no normal amount of times I thought about suicide
It's okay, I'm just telling y'all can all blame me
Mental illness, this shit got me feeling so crazy
All my killers in the cell calling GTL
Paranoid about myself 'cause I got real deal beef
Soul tied, love my brother to this shit, I gotta survive
Even in another life, we got soul ties
I ain't even go to prom 'cause of tonight
Made a thug cry, revenge on my mind, and I feel the wrong side
Say he called nobody, but I found out he were lying
You know I still love him, I'd never leave my slime
I ain't worried about nobody but myself right now
Still in court, should've never gave the keys to Room
Mama still blaming me, but I'm gonna keep it moving
Only way to make it home, gotta tell on your brother
Held it down in that jail, face so much, uh