I’m at my house seeing people jumping fences in the trenches
They running from cops, and they not trying to get pop
Is your homie really down to ride?
Is he going to slide?
I tell my baby, "come ride with me, and we going to vibe."
Watch out for them serial killers, they gorillas
Don’t tell me stories, tell me the truth when it’s important
I speak what's real, I don’t even need a booth
I woke up in the morning, they had a warrant for my friend arrest
A informant told on my friend and got him arrested
You gotta get out these jungles and get these endorsements
I hope my fans supporting me while I’m recording this song
None of my parents died when I was a child, but some of my friends was orphans
I'm a teen and saying "no" to codeine if you offer me
I put this money in a coffer in case someone burglarize my house
When someone stole my stuff, you thought it was funny
Y’all stereotyping black people like Woah Vicky
I ain't the type who is picky, and some things I did was risky
I'm trying to be full of vim and vigor and be frisky
Don’t let a girl that's pretty get into your mind
Find the right girl for you, not just one for the looks
In my books, I like looks and personality, but personality is crucial
Nothing else to eat so I eat ramen noodle soup
Girls on the corners being prostitutes and tricking for cash
The fetus kicking in the mom stomach
People talk behind my back and act like I ain't listen
Girls kissing they best friend boyfriend and sleeping with them
When I was 9 or 10 years old, I almost drowned when I was swimming
The lifeguard seen me, but she didn’t help me
From the beginning, they didn’t want me to start winning