| I’m the type gon' shine without the sun on me |
| I know niggas died with they gun on 'em |
| Trying to escape my past and get away from it |
| Still having dreams about the hood, I’m way in California |
| Know you wonder how life is, I wanted you right here, I figured I was wasting |
| time |
| I got cubans on my neck and pointers in my ear, I thought that it would make |
| you mine |
| But I been ballin' without you, I stayed true |
| Ain’t speakin' to no opps, even if my name was Jesus |
| In jail ain’t smoke, no paper poute, I hop out with this K too |
| In Atlanta with them shooters, thought I told you I was brave too |
| Coupe ain’t got no ceilings but my nigga shot like Babe Ruth |
| Ain’t gon' lie I mis you but I know that I can’t save you |
| I can’t even count on both my hands for how many times I forgave you, love |
| You see the pain all through my bracelet, lot, yeah |
| Do two-hundred in that Lamb, put that bitch on Broadway |
| Go to court and they deny it, that shit come with heartache |
| A nigga real, they can’t deny it, I care nothin' what the blogs say |
| Them youngins quick to take your route, they care nothin' 'bout no car bait |
| These niggas standin' on they lies, how fuck they sleepin'? |
| Youngin got bodies on that blick but he still keep it |
| Came out that dirt, came out that mud, I’m shinin' for a reason |
| I was blind, they never tried it, come up from the cement |
| Know they thought I’d be a bum, them foreign cars beepin' |
| If we was in a race to hatin', them niggas would’ve beat me |
| Industry know my flow is sick but they can’t find a treatment |
| Industry full of haters, would’ve told the doctors keep me |
| I feel like Kay Flock, it’s designer murder when you see me |
| I sling that chopper in a outfit that I brought from Lenox |
| I came from nothin', I spend four-hundred on Versace beanies |
| I keep that nine all in the club, a Gilbert Arenas |
| Get low and laugh to the bank, I run with hyenas |
| Michelle Obama at a two but got ass like she Trina |
| My niggas hustlers, you wonderin' why is my team up? |
| Ain’t have to give 'em shit, they find 'em a plug and they re-up |
| on my ass, I had to start swipin' this Visa |
| Lil Shank keep slangin' iron, I’m thinkin' he thinkin' it’s legal |
| E-V-I-L, turned it backwards and I told my niggas to live |
| Dodge the case, dodgin' a cell |
| Know if we go back they gon' try keepin' us in there |
| Promethazine, it ain’t good for my health |
| Waste a cup of lean and I seen blood everywhere, yeah |
| I’m gonna move smart, that’s what I told my mama |
| Ayy, Forgiato tires, a nigga come from trauma |
| Them boys gon' walk up or run down, either one |