And I'm really in my bag, she want it, I'm payin' for it
Bitch, I put in blood, sweat, and tears, and I ran for it
Trappin' just to make a way, got stuck up in that jam for it
Bag of chip died, know I couldn't put out my hand for it
Now I'm that n***a in my city and yours
I'm so quick to put them in they place like a landlord
They gon' kill what you believe if you don't make a stand for it, look
I got n***as mad, 'cause I'm blessed and I'm winnin'
Only if they really knew this was just the beginnin'
With that weapon he spinnin', Smith & Wesson was spittin'
This hot shit'll cook your noodle in less than a minute
Kick in his door and put that sawed in his mouth
I'll have my killers come and paint the walls in his house
Deactivate his soul, hollows loggin' him out
Lost his mind, seen that blood from his dawg spillin' out
I was on the frontline, standin' tall in the drought
I been goin' hard like I gotta ball for the scouts
Bipolar with my love, 'cause I fall in and out
These new generation gangsters do it all for the clout
Put the whole hood on my back, I had to carry ya
Odds stacked against me, nun' but crime in my area
First-generation millionaire, I had to break the barriers
Tryna open up my third eye, it's only gettin' scarier
Damn, a new disease dropped, causin' mass hysteria
It's always some bullshit, welcome to America, n***a