i got niggas that's never coming home
bitches say they love my music
don't know none of my songs
i guess poverty changed me
i was a decent kid
i was rece' in bed
i had a dream i could speak to big
harlem
ain't nowhere like it
i fell in love with new records 'cause all my homies liked it
chick from parole was light-skinned
she got my bro indicted
now he up north
i write him
trust me i know the prices
looked at my homie lifeless
i need some shit i can feel
nobody touch me
i say i'm meant to be here
the doctors say that i'm lucky
my cousin was a custy
he used to stick up to get high
he robbed a corner bodega on camera
had to sit five
came home talking that jail shit
he got his weight up like niggas is frail
but still he just couldn't sell shit
youngins got the block sewed up like rugby patches
they hate you when you go get it yourself
they love you askin'
know you starving
they throw you rations
wonder why his stomach grumbling
shawty come from nothing
ain't never have shit
his father in the mountains
his mother just want a pill to make
the only motivation he ever had was to steal a bike
something in his system was different
just wasn't feeling right
4am phone call
his cousin got killed tonight
he tryna double back on the last time he heard his voice
can't be indecisive
these streets will help you to learn your choice
back to bentleys
back to the trenches nigga
my digits bigger
i smoke with nas and i build with jigga
a true artist
you could never paint a realer picture
convinced your sister to twist her
just had to spill some liquor
a new rapper
ask 'bout new rappers
i don't feel them niggas
i chill with women
they chill with niggas
they different niggas
in the field so long
these timberlands
made a killing in them
i benefitted from plenty hitters
they still my niggas
when master p was yelling ice cream man
my uncle got caught with nineteen grams
if you don't like me
damn
how you gon' hate me
i ain't had shit in the 'frigerator
now it's royal silk from molded bread and spoiled milk
i know they gon' hate y'all
i know they gon' hate y'all
i know they gon' hate y'all
the time it took me to make it here
tell me how the fuck i'ma make it fair for a hater
i know these niggas ain't playing fair
murder let you know this shit is real and we can take it there
can't afford them jordans
had to take a pair
i done seen the toughest niggas freeze up
hammer just left 'em shaking there
this shit feel like a lion tryna race a bear
you niggas'll never catch me
it's probably gon' take a year
top ten
bitch i'm locked in
like jamaican hair
headshots
used to be a scope
i put a laser there
put newspaper on the carpet
air who walking
i don't trust these voices talking or the walls in my apartment
it's getting darker
pistol under the parka
imagine
pouring fruity pebbles and roaches fall out
make you wanna go to court
shoot the judge before you walk out
make you wanna eat a nigga food
just pull a fork out
i be doing push ups in my cell before i talk 'bout
anything we involved in
criminal code
ex-bitches ready for war
they some militant hoes
coke in the flesh
this that shit you feel in your nose
you college niggas come see how it feel to chill with a pro
could never compare
you don't know how it feel to be broke
just tryna get high
niggas you feed and stealing your smoke
can never punch her but when i fuck her she still can get choked
first verse was the struggle
i bubbled right off a ink ball
eight ball with all black diamonds
i bet they hate y'all
that money
know they gon' hate y'all