Oh, Lord, Jetson made another one
Grew up around the killin' and all
The dealin' and all the drillin'
I just be puttin' my heart in all of my songs
I make sure y'all niggas feel it
That nigga he ratted, we cut out his tongue
Look like paintballs when we hit him
Lord, forgive me, I'm a sinner and a winner
Rocking Chinchilla, eating that dinner
Know where he lay and we know where he stay
Wet the whole house up if he play
Fuck that ho, she told what I said
I don't need no mouse ho in my face
Run from the jakеs, so much next time
I see 'em, I might dump this K
Slap on that wrist, thеy gave me probation
But a nigga prayed I beat that case
Give me the blunt and you know I'ma face it
Eyes real low and I look like an Asian
Pour up a four and I move in the Matrix
Shoot a movie on your block, X-rated
I'm sippin' on Wock'
Bows I'm selling, I'm getting 'em off
Bows I'm selling, I'm getting 'em off
And fuck what you said, we getting them chalked
Grrt
I had to push it to start it, uh
I had to grind for it
Bank out with Benz and lines for it
Put in a lil' overtime for it
Now I feel like I shine for it, uh
Brand new coupe go too fast
New backend ran through that
Niggas tryna see how he do that, uh
'Member I was broke
I ain't had nothin', kicked out of the house
Livin' with my cousin, bank account
Car start runnin', problems kept comin'
Mama kept prayin', uh
Prayin' God, got a baby, it's crazy, uh
One apartment, four niggas
Air mattress got a hole in it, uh
'Member on that rappin', I was with the trappin'
On the block with Bach tryna make it happen
On the block with Black waitin' for some actions
Takin' steps forward and gettin' pushed backwards
I remember, nigga
All them cold Decembers, nigga
I can't believe that I'm finally winnin', nigga
Grrra
Yeah
I'm here for the moment
Flow like the Gulf with the sauce of a poet, pause
Young nigga feel like she know it all
Built for this shit, I'ma show it off
Got you all expect to ever find, yeah
Double-XL, do it live, catch a lil' smile
But if I'm being honest, I promise if I'ma do it
I'd rather slow down, listen, children, gather 'round, look
Do I have a story? I tell about glory
A nigga defeatin' the odds
Got used to a budget, but now I say fuck it
In stores, I don't care what it cost
I gotta admit it, I never envisioned
The life where I wasn't a boss
I think of my ex in a level of stress
He be feeling a hell of a loss
I'm in no position to floss
I'm in no position to plead
I knew I was running the course
But damn it, I'm takin' the lead
I'm coming from sweeping the floors
To rolling the blunt with the lease
When they put my name on the board
Make sure it's in permanent ink, look
I been on my grind since midnight
Made the game my child, no midwife
I am not surprised at this life
Everything I rhyme is hit type, yeah
Everything I rhyme is hit type
Got a itty bitty bark, but a pit bite
When they play it on tour, when I look out on the floor
'Cause I'm more, guaranteed to get the pit hyped
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, I put a three-five in the wood
To blow this pain away
Young nigga really made it out the hood
I got through them rainy days
I still got some real niggas in the cell
They sent the whole gang away
Guess I'm a real nigga from the start
I guess I was trained this way, trained this way
New Audemars, I got it rose
Finna cop-out on the Rolls
I done seen so much
So, so much shits, I'm paying toll
So I be smokin' all that dope
It kinda help my demons show
Sometimes I be feelin' low
Sometimes I be feelin' low, ayy
They tried to give my nigga twenty-five
They chargin' him with homicide
Like free all the guys, free all my guys
Tryna free all my guys
Just try to OD on my guys
Lawyer fee, I drop forty on the guys
All attention's on me and the guys
Finna see, I wanna see all the guys, yeah.
