[Chorus]
I come from a city where a lot of us don’t make it
Not because we sorry, but our dreams we’re scared to chase it
And n***as sing your songs, but when they see you mug and hatred
And ain’t nobody fakin’, throwin’ guns for their city
Yeah yeah, shit’s so fucked up
Young project n***a I’m just tryin’a get my bucks up
They got me fucked up
Own people tryin’a take me out, before I make it out, yeah

[Verse 1]
They wanna see you do good but never better than them
Can’t put your trust in these n***as, no, no
And there ain’t no new friends
I’m with my bros to the end and I’m talkin’ 10 years or better so
We on a mission, got to get it, seen a lot of thousands, now I need millions
I’m on a whole another vibe, ridin’ hard I’m just livin’ my life
Sacrificing, put the love to the side, for the money, go hard every night
A lot of these n***as be mad, ‘cause they ain’t in your situation
A lot of these n***as ain’t real, it’s a whole lot of favors
My hand gettin’ this bag, had the same chances ain’t take them
And nobody gave me a lane, shit, I had to create one
You n***as like Tyson, swagger jackin’ doin’ whole lot of bitin’
I know that you’re feelin’ my sound
With the wordplay I’m one of the nicest
Ain’t too many n***as like me
Ain’t too many n***as like me
I’m on a paper route, young n***a got to make it out

[Chorus]
I come from a city where a lot of us don’t make it
Not because we sorry, but our dreams we’re scared to chase it
And n***as sing your songs, but when they see you mug and hatred
And ain’t nobody fakin’, throwin’ guns for their city
Yeah yeah, shit’s so fucked up
Young project n***a I’m just tryin’a get my bucks up
They got me fucked up
Own people tryin’a take me out, before I make it out, yeah

[Verse 2]
They do a lot of pretendin’, they don’t wanna see you winnin’
Two years later you progressin’, they still stuck at beginnings
A lot of these n***as be trippin’, sneak dissin’ over bitches
Acting hard but ain’t with it, fall on their mans and be snitchin’
Still swag on their ass, got a bag on their ass
I don’t really like to brag, know I make a n***a mad
It’s a shame baby hatin’, you see the looks up on their faces
When you winnin’ they ain’t clappin’, some of your friends distractions
Do a whole lot of askin’, when it’s time gear they be crabbin’
They just mad I’m from the same city
And you out here makin’ moves and they still bullshittin’, yeah
I’m from a city where a lot of us don’t make it
Got to keep that iron cocked, it ain’t no safety
Rockin’ shades to hide the pain, I’m still doin’ my thang
I’m on a paper route, young n***a got to make it out

[Chorus]
I come from a city where a lot of us don’t make it
Not because we sorry, but our dreams we’re scared to chase it
And n***as sing your songs, but when they see you mug and hatred
And ain’t nobody fakin’, throwin’ guns for their city
Yeah yeah, shit’s so fucked up
Young project n***a I’m just tryin’a get my bucks up
They got me fucked up
Own people tryin’a take me out, before I make it out, yeah