[Intro]
(Damn BT)

[Chorus]
3:00 in the studio, I check my DM, I know it’s groupie hoes
Same hoes I couldn’t fuck, now I’m laughin’ showin’ ‘em to my bros
I know a n***a that can’t afford jewelry but had a heart of gold
They took that money and free us just to send right back up the road

[Bridge]
The system…
I wonder will we ever beat it?
His momma miss him…
His daughter don’t know who he is
I told my doctor, “I’m in danger, I’m in danger”
I gave my heart to some strangers knowin’ it ain’t love
Undefeated
Make me lit
I came through

[Verse]
I told lil’ Tyron not to keep a gun on home invasions
We was broke, on holidays, I’m sheddin’ tears and celеbratin’
“Rylo, why you ridin’ ‘round with a stuffed nose?”, I smell thеm hatin’
Had to shoot her eight racks to see what I’m gon’ name the baby
Money don’t mean none’ to me, you can have this shit
If I see you changed, I’ll fuck ‘round tear this shit
It’s all good but I fucked the baddest bitch
Can’t leave the game, this all we got, we not like Kaepernick
I been loyal, I don’t need a public defender
I got my own jewelry, what we need these twelve people for though?
He ain’t comin’ home until he 50, he just 22
She scared to go home, her daddy touched her, she gettin’ abused
Percocet 10, not enough on me (Woah)
We don’t put iPhones in the freezer but we known for leavin’ case closed
My n***a took a blind plea, though he see 20/20
He took a blind plea, though he won’t get to see freedom
Tell me about you, some’ nobody else know
Ain’t giving away hats but it’s “Free NoCap”
Ain’t giving away alcohol but it’s “Free Yak”
I bought my camera man some crayons, gotta free Kodak Black
Lonely, lonely, lonely
You had me where you want me
I got n***as up the road
Like A. Brown make sure to make sto’
His momma can’t blame no one but her son
How the n***a get killed when he had his pole?
She sound still asleep by the stove, it got me traumatized
Some nights I go to sleep on the floor with twenty racks beside me
I still go back to my hood without my jewelry on
Wake up for court, I might be off, I don’t know what the jury on
I gave project babies faith when I gave
I have rap n***as hope in my city
I taught ‘em styles when I put ‘em on tracks
So I expected them to run all the way
I ain’t been sleep in two days, I been daydreaming
I know they waitin’ on me to drop like I’m bank scheming
Y’all, them n***as hoes, they just make it look good, they Beijing
Bought a Rolex, ain’t set the time, my iPhone told me that
[Chorus]
3:00 in the studio, I check my DM, I know it’s groupie hoes
Same hoes I couldn’t fuck, now I’m laughin’ showin’ ‘em to my bros
I know a n***a that can’t afford jewelry but had a heart of gold
They took that money and free us just to send right back up the road
The system… (Damn BT)
I wonder will we ever beat it?
His momma miss him…
His daughter don’t know who he is