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[Intro] I’m on the come up, mane Yeah, this is my life (Surviving) I’m Mr. 318, you know But I’m really Mr. Louisiana how I look at it [Verse 1] I grew up without a father, I barely had a mother No brothers, it’s just me trying to make it out the struggle My mind gone just knowing my daddy live in a prison But I gotta learn from his faults so I ain’t in that position So I’ma grind and show my people it’s real Tired of the projects, so I’m rapping hoping I get a deal My granny praying every night hoping that I don’t get killed ‘Cause she know I’m thugging hard, but I’m focused on the mill The cheese, that’s what I’m really out here chasing though Trying to do something with my life, but people trying to take it though Money on my mind, I’m headed to the top School ain’t looking good for me, so I’m heading to the block My mama want me to change, praying I don’t be another victim of the game Trying not to end up like my daddy locked in chains Hard times in the hood made me wanna do better, but still drove me insane Everything happened for a reason, but it’s all a lesson So I just pray to God, thank him that I got a blessing Try to make my mama happy ‘cause she tired of stressing So I’m handling business trying to show a little progression This way more than rapping, this the way I live The lonely nights when my mama kicked me out the crib I was praying to God that I don’t go through this longer But I promise it made me harder, it made me grind stronger My hunger, my dedication I grew up in the hood where it ain’t no motivation I know people hating, hoping I don’t make it But they gon’ have to face it I’m just chilling, smoking blunts to the face, being patient [Hook 2x] I’m from a small city, big dreams Grind hard and I ain’t nothing but sixteen And I’m just sixteen And what’s crazy my mama had me at sixteen [Verse 2] I grew up looking for Charlie Brown, but he was gone He left me out here in this cold world all alone And I ain’t had no father figure, so I was young acting grown And my mama washed her hands with me and left me on my own It ain’t a lot expected when you coming from the projects Wanting money like [?] so I started getting it popping Donavon always trying to catch the hood rocking Put the police in your light and the cell steady locking I grew up watching Duke Jones steady get cash So I ain’t want a job, I just want to sell crack Mary Jane was my mama, the streets was my dad So I put them two together and it was no turning back J-O-N-E-S-B-O-R-O, a bad place where most people don’t wanna go Half my homies in jail or they out on parole With most mamas smoking crack the life that I live is throwed I knew life was real when my dog Coop died That been a little minute, but sometimes I still cry I never question God, but sometimes I wonder why The people that I really love always seem to die [Hook]