[Verse 1: NittDaGritt]
I'm tired of this shit
I'm tired of this strip
In the stay-cold life
I'm tired of that bitch
I'm tired of the phony smiles and fake hugs
With my homies around I can feel a fake love
N***as act like it
But they don't fuck with me
When I was down and out they didn't want to fuck with me
Now I'm up everybody fuck with me
With they're head down and they didn't even come get me
Fake n***as call when they need something
Real n***as call and see if you need something
I risk my life to put food in my house
I wish I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth
And n***as who was born with it
Don't appreciate it
Live my life I bet they appreciate it
I've been on these streets for too long
Its been too long
Its time to move on
Uh
The hood made me
The block paid me
Born in the ghetto
So the streets raised me
I don't know my father and I don't wanna meet him
I couldn't even point him out if I ever see him
But if I ever meet him I'ma tell him I don't need him
Spit in his face 'cause I got a good reason
Where the fuck was he at
When I couldn't get them Jordans and I wore free jacks
My [?] couldn't afford it so I had to eat that
And all the goners are sorry that he could keep that
Uh
My mother raised a man takin' care of the family gettin' rich is the plan
My n***a [?] supposed to be here to witness this
To bring you back I will never ever sin again
But bringing you back is impossible
I wish RIP meant return if possible

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Ay
Fetty
1738 shit man
Zoowap
Ayy
Uhh
This is so different
Young n***a they sayin' I'm something different
Young n***a like Jordan in his position
They got me feelin' like I was somethin' they was listenin'
The puzzle wasn't finished and I fit it
So I'm about to leave a lot of n***as finished
Fetty Fetty Cash make a n***a [?]
I got twelve and 22nd till' the day end
I own my shit ain't nothin' you can tell him
I from the trap, ain't nothing you can sell him
And I've keep thinkin' bout' my talents where I'm takin' it
And I look at my son eyes and I makin' it
I roll it when the sun rise I be bake this shit
All I want is them pies but my cake is shit
I feel like this my time so I'm takin' it
And even if we ain't sound we gon' make it day
Look, first thing we gettin' out of state wit it
Cause where we from a lot of n***as like to hate with it
They see you hot but only in your face and shit
They say I'm 'Pac but they don't even play this shit
They say I'm hot, boy, I'll be on my play this shit
I got a whole lot of bitches that I'm playin' with
I'm with a whole lot of n***as that will spray with this shit
Another n***a start shootin' I'll change the clip
Remy Boyz we comin' for everything we want
All these n***as is hatin' they don't wanna see me stunt
Bitches they screamin' they love me and I do not hear nothin'
N***as say they watchin' and I do not feel nothin'

[Verse 3: Monty]
Yeah
Montana Bucks
Remy Boyz
Yeah
Monty shit
Check it
Uh
My mom die when I was seventeen
It was a scary dream
And I didn't even cry
She said she never leave
Now I'm 24
I'm a grown man
I remember I was young we used to hold hands
Used to listen to those old school slow jams
Now I wish you could see us so you can know [?]
That's my lil' boy he 'bout to be two
Homie if he just got the chance to meet you
Homie if he just got the chance just to see you
He got my eyes and swag like me too
I know you wasn't perfect but you tried though
Smokin' pain away just to keep my eyes low
Its either that or you keep it strapped on where my heart was sittin'
I got a son so I got to make smart decisions
It was me in [?] I remember lookin' in the sky tryna' ask god "take me instead"
I know my time comin'
I'm just waitin' for my chance so I can sign somethin'
Cause sometimes I wish that I could bear with you
Sometimes I just want to keep it real with you
Sometimes I just wish that I could chill with you
I'm just lettin' you know that we still miss you
Still miss you
Still miss you

[Outro: Monty]
Uh
Yeah
Let's go