[Verse 1]
I bled blue, homie, straight Southside pride,
Put in work on them blocks, never had to hide.
Sold packs, ran licks, yeah, I earned that name,
From the County to the set — I was deep in the game.
Raised by them killers, schooled by the OGs,
Taught me how to move silence, how to stack Gs.
Ain’t ashamed of my path, nah, I walked through hell,
Every scar on my body got a war story to tell.
But I moved out the section, took a breath in AZ,
Tryna raise my young king to be more than me.
He fifteen now, got that same fire in his eye,
But I ain’t buryin’ my son — not on my watch, not this time.
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[Hook]
I bled blue, stood tall, took the hits,
But that life don’t come with no benefits.
I did what I did, yeah, I made my mark,
But I won’t let my son walk into the dark.
Proud of my past, but I’m done with the war,
Told my young lion, “You built for more.”
He wanna bang, but I seen where it ends —
A grave or a cage — I lost too many friends.
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[Verse 2]
Look, I still keep the ink, still got them codes,
But now I hustle legit, no more kickin’ in doors.
Got a nine-to-five, but I move like a boss,
’Cause I paid that price — took the pain, the loss.
My lil’ one think it’s all money and fame,
Don’t see the funerals, the cuffs, the shame.
I told him, “Your daddy ain’t soft, I just grew,
A real man don’t let his seed get chewed by the crew.”
He wanna prove he tough, wear the blue like me,
But I earned that — this life don’t come for free.
I was loyal to the set, but it broke me too,
Now I’m loyal to him — that’s my one true blue.
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[Hook]
I bled blue, stood tall, took the hits,
But that life don’t come with no benefits.
I did what I did, yeah, I made my mark,
But I won’t let my son walk into the dark.
Proud of my past, but I’m done with the war,
Told my young lion, “You built for more.”
He wanna bang, but I seen where it ends —
A grave or a cage — I lost too many friends.
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[Bridge – Spoken/Hard Flow]
I ain’t never been no saint, I ain’t ask for pity,
But I ain’t gon’ let my boy get buried by this city.
If he knew the real pain, he’d drop that rag,
Trade that Glock for goals, chase a different bag.
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[Outro]
So when he ask why I left, I say, “I survived,”
But surviving ain’t livin’ — I want you to thrive.
I bled blue, yeah, that’s truth, not shame,
But I walked away clean — so you don’t do the same.