| Been through the struggle and you know I’m tryna make it out |
| How that’s yo bitch, she telling me all yo whereabouts |
| 40 got a dick, he tryna come about |
| Geeked up off that lick, got me actin' out |
| That lean got me drowsy, slobbin' out the mouth |
| And where they was when we was thuggin' in the fuckin' drought |
| I’m from the west, lil bruh don’t ask about no fuckin' south |
| And where they was when I was in and out them people house |
| , stashin' pistols in the couch |
| They know I’m in the streets and I bet they could vouch |
| They sent my nigga up the road, he love to snatch a pouch |
| And now he facin' calendars, and no one care about him |
| See I was in that Challenger, I came thru flyin' by him |
| And you’n meet my standards, so I can’t play around ya |
| And you might just be the one, like a fuckin' vow |
| I hit the road and peeped the sun, |
| And my lil nigga shoot for fun, he get a kick out it |
| And yet that 40 got a kick, but he ain’t miss shawty |
| Been to the, she blessed, she bring my feelings out |
| And momma late up on the rent, but we still had a house |
| I hit my knees and I repent before they take me out |
| This nina got a dick, just take a different route |
| Nina got a dick, just take a different route |
| Headshots, bodies drop, oh I done took 'em out |
| Been through the struggle and you know I’m tryna make it out |
| How that’s yo bitch, she telling me all yo whereabouts |
| 40 got a dick, he tryna come about |
| Geeked up off that lick, got me actin' out |
| That lean got 'em drowsy, slobbin' out the mouth |
| And where they was when we was thuggin' in the fuckin' drought |
| I’m from the west, lil bruh don’t ask about no fuckin' south |
| And where they was when I was in and out them people house |
| Run 'em down, we done ran 'em down, me and lil them |
| My nigga slaggin' double Ks for the with them |
| I was out here raisin' hell, jitterbug with no pifff |
| Flower blossomed out the shell, I’m droppin' shells all on them |
| them fucked up the face, so now I gotta |
| She just want what’s in my pocket, I ain’t dumb I know this |
| Trynna take off like a rocket, Shrek I got a potion |
| Swang the door, home invasion, stop bitch, no motion |
| Ayy yuh I’m on it, I swear to God I’m on it |
| Fuck a opposition, E who my opponent |
| Stayed up thru the thunderstorm, and wan' even rollin |
| My brother told me hold your own, cause he know I could hol' it |
| He 19, I’m 17, we stuck bitch, ain’t no foldin' |
| Hit his block and let it roll, Beyblade, who want it |
| My nigga rock, nigga tall, sticks and stones, on it |
| Quick to put that pistol down, and crack yo fuckin' skull |
| Been through the struggle and you know I’m tryna make it out |
| How that’s yo bitch, she telling me all yo whereabouts |
| 40 got a dick, he tryna come about |
| Geeked up off that lick, got me actin' out |
| That lean got me drowsy, slobbin' out the mouth |
| And where they was when we was thuggin' in the fuckin' drought |
| I’m from the west, lil bruh don’t ask about no fuckin' south |
| And where they was when I was in and out them people house |
| Been through the struggle and you know I’m tryna make it out |
| 40 got a dick, he tryna come about |
| I’m from the west, lil bruh don’t ask about no fuckin' south |
| And where they was when I was in and out them people house |