Whole Life, Still Crippin

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[Verse 1]
Yeah I deal with self-hate
Yeah my stupid image
Blue rag in the bathroom mirror
I just stare
I don’t forgive it

It’s Crip 60 in my veins
In my walk
In my sentence
Been doin’ this my whole life
Homie
You just scroll past
Never catch the tension

Mama prayin’ over dishes
Phone ring
She flinch
She know
Every siren sound suspicious
Every late text feel like ghosts

[Chorus]
I been doin’ this my whole life
I don’t think you get it (you don’t)
Every loss on my back like stripes
Every scar feel fitted

Whole block on my shoulders
Heart cold
But I’m in it
I been doin’ this my whole life
I don’t think you get it (nah, you don’t get it)

[Verse 2]
Yeah I laugh at dumb memes
But my past ain’t funny
Homies locked in state greens
Pictures folded
Stained money

Talk tough
But I’m tired
Still ride
Still committed
Tryna change
But the pain
Got a name
And I’m with it

Therapist say “love yourself”
Sound cute from a distance
How I’m ‘posed to trust my reflection
When it look like a hit list

[Chorus]
I been doin’ this my whole life
I don’t think you get it (you don’t)
Every loss on my back like stripes
Every scar feel fitted

Whole block on my shoulders
Heart cold
But I’m in it
I been doin’ this my whole life
I don’t think you get it (yeah, you don’t get it)

[Bridge]
If I said I wanna change
Would the set still ride? (ride?)
If I said I hate myself
Would they laugh or cry?

Blue flag on my dashboard
Bible on the seat
I’m somewhere between both
Every time I hit the street

[Chorus]
I been doin’ this my whole life
I don’t think you get it (you don’t)
Every loss on my back like stripes
Every scar feel fitted

Whole block on my shoulders
Heart cold
But I’m in it
I been doin’ this my whole life
I don’t think you get it (you don’t get it, you don’t)