Had to learn to wipe my tears
'Cause no one got you like you got yourself
The answer's in the mirror
Know how it feels when you crying out for help and no one hears you
They say God won't put more on you than you can bear
I know He got me
I ain't worried
Yeah, I know my time is near
Sometimes I ask myself how I really made it through them hard times
Can't let you sucker people trick me out my spot
You got the wrong guy
From the bottom of the bottom
Told my dogs, yeah, we gon' all rise
It's gon' be alright
We made it through them dark nights

For them dark nights, I promise we gon' all shine
It was hard times
Too many nights my mama crying
Cry out these diamonds for the times we was all blinded
I found a way out for my dogs
Now it's our timing
Proud of me
Now I'm in the studio
Just me and Meek
We pouring out pain
Hot 100 Billboard
It's been a week
I'm doing it big
Feel like Kocky Ka
It ain't no diet in me
I'm eating well
Four wings, fried rice
What it used to be
Oh, now it's lobster
Getting so much money
Gotta keep a chopper
I ain't trying to go out bad
I'd rather buy the honor
Judge me
Thank God each day that He saved me
Came up from the struggle
That's what made me
They say God won't give you more than you can bear
Know too many gone
I'm thanking God I'm here

We made it
What they gon' do without me
I was on this grind
And on this time
Before they knew about me
People want my soul
I got my pole
Gotta shoot it out me
Would've died for them
They moving like they trying to sue somebody
My youngen peaking
Knees starting to get weak
They trying to crucify me
He don't know my deal's 50 a week
I'm coming through for Papi
Czar, he be like
Pick me up from school
What you gon' do about it
And the jet cost 20
Is you really down to feed your fam when everybody hungry
In a mansion with an M on me
Like damn I be lonely
But be damned I'll be ducked up
Gotta stand on the corner
With some grams on the corner
And my aunt trying to buy some
Flood the whole hood
Just pluck them up
I'll probably try some of them
Chilling with a judge
With a judge on me shotgun
So please don't judge me
'Cause all my homies die young
And I be chasing dreams
They running nightmares where I'm from
And they ain't know 911
That's somebody's son, son
And they hit him 23 times
In front of his mom, he dumb bun
That's why I'm giving a verse like this to Ka
And don't want nothing
I'll feel more satisfied if he survive