Holly Hood - legend of a holly tree Lyrics

Let me tell you a story about a lil youngin that always knew he gon' be somebody
Gotta go back before all the rap but shit
Music, it was a lil hobby
I was in high school playin' them games
Nigga, I wanted the clout, I wanted to party
It was a couple of nights, I drank too much
17 cup full of bicardi
Remember them days that I'm gettin' older
I'm disagreein' with my mom
I done some things that hurt her heart
Shit, and that hurt me like a bomb
And it's always rest in peace, my bruva trevor
I need one more chance to hold you in my arms
And I'm not even talkin' bout the niggas lost to violence
They the reason that I always be armed
I grew up wantin' for nothing
I can't even lie
Shit, life was good
I was always a money hungry lil youngin
And I had my lil hustle
I did what I could
I picked up a bad habit
Called up the plug for a 20, put two in the wood
And nah I ain't put it down
Ended up getting converted
Sheets and funnel good
Dont get shit misunderstood
I been down below under them foots
I remember them days i was living and shit its a blessing to eat once a day
The struggle was real had to find a way
I lost so many along the way
And if i did you wrong im sorry
Cant even say im a better man now
But i looked inside and looked at my soul
And i made a decision and chose
That it won't be no more
And if I tell you I love you
I promise I'll never let you go
Go, go
Ha
Shit, I done did some things I ain't prada
Shit, it's a certain time, and a certain year
And a certain disease
I was getting new prada
Tryna be a stand up guy
Shit, I'm the one to look up to when it come to my daughter
Shit, I don't have one yet
But shit, I'ma be there so she can do what I taught her
But that's enough about the past
I got a plan today, tomorrow
I know that we can only go up
I done been at the ground feeling sorrow
People they always try be in my face
I don't want handouts
I don't want sorrys
I call up Slim
It's gon' be a day where we up in Jamaica
We sippin' on sorrel
The legend of the Holly tree