[Verse]
Spittin’ yola since 5 bucks in the bank, boy
I’m rollin’ with some soldiers we drive up in a tank, boy
These rappers young he ain’t never played a Gameboy
And I don’t fuck girls with followers they all fame whores
A little change, that ain’t nothing I could change for
Never been the type to bounce back I just sprang forward
She let me hit and then I treat her like I ain’t know her
Cause she wasn’t this high on me when I was way lower
I wonder why I lose my smile when the pain show up
I wonder if my momma proud although I ain’t blow up
Went through the worst it turned every verse to a flamethrower
Can tell you hurt cause you wear your worth in a chain boy
Don’t hear the lies on television they tried
To tell us when we was kids we just lucky to be alive
But I done lost count of the times that I done wished to die
Never told us we need paper to prosper, guess it’s implied
I was dead broke but I ain’t never have a breakdown
And they was sleep but yo I think that they awake now
Ain’t got no friends around I only keep a PayPal
My stock raisin’ like I’m putting dried grapes out
Barely giving effort I’m better than Lil whatever
I could never give a F about nothin’ these n***as treasure
Told my shorty she gave my world peace when I met her
And I just need to eat another beat when I get fed up
I know you think you dead shit but bro I leave it deader
My king flow I’ma call this Chris Webber
And who taught ‘em they angels are they protectors?
And you ain’t gotta revere us but you’ll respect us
I ain’t the greatest I’m just better than the best was
That’s why my ex-chick look better your next does