Used to wake up like I had school in the morning been dropped out 40 Smith & Wesson plus the stick pop out Middle of the block probably waiting on Roc til his shift clock out Chico on the chase his Glock out Vito on the gate middle of 8 Blizz probably on the 5 gone off drank Fazo on the way you can get knocked out Spit real shit cause they feel me Big dog shit can’t lil’ me Since 15 niggas tryna kill me Mom’s lived on the opps block like literally Every second count going home I couldn’t get locked out Had to go home with my shit cocked out If you want something gotta change it yourself so I moved mom and went got a wrist watch ouch I got choppers and 50’s in my couch I got that 30 everyday I pop out I’m seeing something you know it’s a bow I see the police I don’t go that route ‘Member police was chasing me down People profile me racially now Walk in the airport they hating me now Right after land put my face in the loud I hit them states and see all these faces I appreciate every face in the crowd I been through situations and never seen none of it taking me down Never seen none of it bringing me under It ain’t do nothing but beast my hunger Let off a .40 it sound like thunder Free all my brothers And I used to get wild with my niggas Let off rounds with my niggas Went to trial with my niggas And I’m in the kitchen not with the dishes Neck on water not with the fishes 90 percent of these niggas bitches Them and they homies need interventions, uh I made it out the streets because I listen, uh 90 on my pendents them bitches glisten, uh Can’t go with you it’s risky, uh But if it’s real then come get me and I’ll assist you, uh
I done been through so much shit that I barely get excited Sugercoat my lifestyle cause I’m scared to get indicted Roll a spiff light it Thinking ’bout my life and pray to god my son never gotta get as high as I did Gotta be a role model now to the shorties cause I used to be like I don’t give a fuck them ain’t my kids Now I’m doing better in life, it’s whatever I might buy a 20,000 dollar sweater tonight I put bagets on my ‘lil one He don’t gotta bang he can live off pops name I had respect since a ‘lil one Hit em’ with a left then a right bet he feel one More then 2 niggas disrespect me I might kill one Fewer rappers going hard and im still one Thought I lost pussy gave in and I still won Eleven I was totin’ on pellets, bebes, paintballs, 14 I said I need a real gun