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