I bleed blue

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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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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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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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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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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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.