Out the grave, no shovel
Raised by a single mother
So I knew about the hustle
Round the dirt, round the rubble
Bottom of the barrel
Did I stut, stut, stutter
I’m back, motherfucker
Still undisputed, still built on struggle
Never trip (Nah) never stumble (Nah)
I don’t buckle, I don’t crumble
Did it one way or another

No love for anyone who doubted me
No love, still making new enemies

My pain deep, stomach empty
How dare (?)
My pain deep, stomach empty
Motherfucker, don’t tear me

Motherfucker, don’t tear me

No love for anyone who doubted me
No love, still making new enemies

No love for anyone who doubted me
No love, still making new enemies

Check my back full of knife wounds
When out the kind you pussies tryna say you have to
Not words from the back of the sharks
These are real scars, real pain and real hurt
Cause when i was doing push-ups on a six bar can
You were flashing for the cameras
With all your friends
But I hope stop back on 'em play pretend
But I was born in the gutter
Motherfucker, that’s where I lived