Verse 1
Lord knows I can’t be tamed
Go Vette’ couldn’t drop the range
My head is not the same
They said my dawg die, how many times I prayed?
They tryna rock with gang but they can’t rock this tidal wave
Used to walk on n*ggas, but now I walk on beats
But I’m the grim reaper dawg how you gone come for me?
It was cold as hell in the house you ain’t try to comfort me
I just seen a couple hundred thousand when shit was ugly
This shit paid off
Ain take no days off
Been grinding n*gga baseball
The first time I shot fire swear I was way off
Been where I come from but look at whеre I’m headed
Thе fame came with my name but I wasn’t ready
I stopped from coming round them n*ggas had got jealous
I still go A up 1 ain trippin’ bout margiela
Young n*gga tryna take care of my sister
Any n*gga disrespect you know we crushed em’
Everybody with me shoot like rondo #9
If I say I love you then I mean I ain’t never lied
Seen his right hand, get on the stand and then he testified
I can’t trust him swear I seen the n*gga testify
I was fucked up taking guns and selling fire
Stay away from n*ggas that’s what my momma said
Be the man of the house that’s what my momma did
And I’m my momma kid
You ever seen a kill nah fuck you ever caught a kill?
And the first time that shit ain right that shit fuck wit yo head
And I had told my dawg I love him before I seen him dead
And that shit left me heartless
I can’t talk about my pain
I’d rather go record it
We come from the slums we tryna ball just like Jordan
Couple rapper’s tryna be like me let’s go to Maury
Ma I know I put you through a lot I know I’m sorry
Weak I couldn’t even get a meal I had to borrow
Bankroll sitting beside the mattress still got taller
Momma couldn’t pay utilities now we got water
I don’t even think that shit would matter if I go harder
Pull up and explore a n*gga block just like Dora
If a n***a ever catch me he can’t run
N***as taking bout smoke knowing they don’t want none
N***a I got big Fee Fi Fo Fum
Know I’m chosen, I can’t hold it
Love his dawg to death so when he told he can’t roll em’
500 guns but when we post we can’t post em
I know I ain’t happy but I know I can’t show em’
Yeah trap jumping out the gym shit be fucking up my growing
You wrong I had left him
TB forever
TV on the floor so we ain never had a dresser
Rats tryna get in come round fuckin up my cheddar
I been turning up I’m on a whole ‘nother level
Couple times I fell it was some holes in the gravel
Why the hell they trying when they know I ain’t no rapper?
Why they hell they trying when they know that ima OD?
Sliding on they block
Like everyday they can’t get no sleep
How the hell they gone beef with my gang? they know we roast beef
How the hell they thinking I’m the same they must don’t know me ?
Why the hell wanna try me ? Know I ain going
How the hell they come and sign me? I ain’t no artist
I been being humble but I’m probably the hardest
Put her in the foreign she tired of the Hondas
Tryna have 100 kids got tired of the condoms
I can do whatever I survived in the jungle
I had spent a whole year writing on a bunk
I remember I shed tears dreaming bout my uncle
Know I got my dawg he lost his dad and his momma
Stolen hell cats we getting tags off of Hondas
I don’t never party, in my bag all summer
Only time I ranned if the task force coming (x3)