Y'all n***as need to lay off that shit
Man y'all bitches need to get off my dick
Y'all hoes need to really set goals
Some of y'all, really all for the bros
Most of y'all, really all for the team
Some of y'all thinking shit is a dream
Half of y'all just need to get with the vision
I'm telling you n***as to shut up and listen
You dead or broke?, or wanna end up in prison?
I valued my life cause this shit wasn't given
I'm further than N***as my age
When life handed lemons, I made lemonade
Eliminate n***as that get in my way
Bitch I can't find a scale for the shit that weigh
Aye
I'm a southern n***a, trynna see what's in Cali
Got n***as in Paris, with bitches in Raleigh
Talk down on the gang, you get beat in the alley
I'm knocking em' out like my name was O'Malley
I'm colder
Lyrically bolder
Live like I got me a chip on my shoulder
I live like I'm never gon' get any older
If I see her again, man I know imma hold her
Uh
Applying pressure, is my way of life
If I don't date to marry, imma date for life
Oh the wrist scars, I had to date the knife
All that shit was scary, now I'm loving This life
Loving you before I'm loving myself
I was feeling you, and you was feeling yaself
You ain't never wanna give me a chance
Until you seen me popping out with the bands
Forgive me father, could you give me a hand?
Everyone else would just not understand?
That I took a number, then I made it a brand
With a pen and pencil
And a mic on a stand
I was fucked up, inside my fucking head
I Set a goal for now, and then I dreamed ahead
But my kind, getting shot instead
And these haters really trynna see me dead
Man I told my mama, "Imma make it out"
And imma put a mil inside her bank account
Yet, death something I don't think about
And if I die again, will I make it out?
Man really I don't give two fucks
I can make the best, outta two bucks
Hanging with my n***as, like the Ku Klux
My circle smaller, than some A cups
Hey, Back then, hoes didn't want me
Now I'm hot as fuck, and they just trynna fuck me
Not that kinda n***a so you really lucky
Imma roll it up, and imma sip the muddy
Man, I'm coming back and better, you can take a seat
My life nowhere near complete
Everything you do is getting obsolete
Y'all like some dogs, when they inside the heat
Call 996, to go and buy a brick
I'm 6'10 with this 556
Something out this fucking bag of tricks
Man imma shoot the rabbit out a bag of Trix
I don't fuck with tricks, because they just for kids
These tricks mad, because they having kids
Man shit sad, shit brings me tears
Cause losing you, was my worse fear, I'm gone