[Verse 1]
Come a long way from eating prison food
Now I'm in the studio with man I used to listen to
Grew up on my own, fam I had to learn a thing or two
Rioting on that wing, we'll get it popping in the dinner queue
Told bro "I'ma pull up in a Lamborghini"
Me and Bee, two waps, it was a mazzaleeni
Now I'm banging out these packs, you know they're fucking TT
Fam we're really selling packs, you know we've gotta repeat
Never left my yard without my shank
When I never had nothing I had dreams of robbing banks
They weren't there when I was broke
Now they're scrеaming that they're gang
All them timеs I couldn't cope, I ain't never need a hand
Big MAC with the bell, I used to trap from my cell
Looking back I done well, still got my flick by my belt
First time I saw a wrapper I was twelve
More time I'm on my own cah I'm good by myself

[Hook]
They weren't there for me
Doing music and road, do it carefully
Now I'm fucking up these shows, they're all here for me
They tried banning my shows, I've got feds on me
What you got for me?
I'm still running man down with the dots on me
I don't want no fame man, it's not for me
Doing music and road, do it properly
[Verse 2]
And this life got me stressed, I don't ride with a vest
I know they wanna be me, I see them trying their best
I know some Pakis up north, they'll put their knife in your chest
And if I have a record deal I'll still ride till I'm dead
They ain't got you like they say, I was robbing everyday
When I'm broke fam I pray, I need that pain to go away
See the feds and do the dash, I'm just tryna see the cash
Give me grub I'll do you wrong, I won't ever bring it back
I was in and out them flats, I was giving out them packs
And I'll still stab you in your face so don't be thinking that I cap
I still trap for the Lizzy
Up and down the M, you know that rap got me busy
I just hit a milli now I'm fucking up my city
Feds spun the whip, they nearly bagged me with a flicky
Rob him for a brick, I'll get him lined by a nitty
Take him for a prick, I'll put a five on the mizzy

[Hook]
They weren't there for me
Doing music and road, do it carefully
Now I'm fucking up these shows, they're all here for me
They tried banning my shows, I've got feds on me
What you got for me?
I'm still running man down with the dots on me
I don't want no fame man, it's not for me
Doing music and road, do it properly