[Verse 1:Freestyle]

I did everything that I said imma do started popping now n***as are silent
They thought imma flop everytime I be spitting I ain't treating this shit like a hobby
They said I am whack now they trying so hard to be me all these n***as are copies
Cold blooded boy from the hood he ain't smiling for shit till he smelling a body

I spoke to my bro he ain't happy for nothing I guess we ain't making a profit
I played all my songs to my dad and the look on his face only told me to stop it
Cannot be sweet in a game full of cocky ass n***as this shit is a cockpit
VIP treatment for all of the goats you can see that I walk on a carpet

Baby boy passed me the ball there's a word on the street n***as say I'm a target
They gotta work really hard for my soul I swear it ain't cheap at the market
Fill the palm in my hand, lift the game with one hand and burying you without casket
Gotta give me my credit for all of the records I'm bringing so you gotta cop it

Confessing my sins man I used act like I'm sick while I'm skipping some classes
I Made sacrifices and i took some shots from my elders only for your ass
I lost a couple bros in a year tears will never dry Still ain't made it passed it
I got couple demons on the block tryna hook me up but damn ain't answering

[Outro]

Achii! Eh, Jo!
Shout out to A-reece, shout out to mashbeatz
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