i don't live that kinda life
i be turnt up every night
i ain't got room for a wife
but she dangerous and damagin'
you kinda scandalous so maybe you can handle it
it's heartbreak hotel season
that's for money management and managers to manage what they managing
hate when people say they get it or they understand
i don't think you'll ever stand a chance
you won't get it 'til yo' closest nigga showin' animosity
hoes that you barely know try to fuck ya constantly
hatin' niggas say that you won't blow 'cause you ain't special
and everywhere you go somebody gotta be extra
they pull ya to the side and try to give you a lecture
and you don't wanna hear it but you gotta be respectful
they say yo' head too big 'cause you up next
and everywhere you go you rock diamonds 'round yo' neck
and niggas smile around ya but don't wanna see you flex
and you don't step in clubs unless they cut you a check
you don't like clubbin' but you damn sure can pack 'em
you walk through malls every saturday to get reactions
and hoes that used to turn ya down
they come around with actin'
askin' for pictures to put kisses in the caption
and you won't understand until yo' private life is public
the world love watchin' you turn nothin' into somethin'
the life and path you chose consist of nonstop hustlin'
you forced to stay away from yo' cousins 'cause they be thuggin'
you love 'em just like brothers but can't get in no more trouble
niggas want you to fail and yo' family want you to bubble
waitin' for you to blow and come get 'em all out the gutter
you wouldn't understand 'til you have to hit that road
you'll never have the time for the people you love the most
evil in certain people is really startin' to show
and you wouldn't understand until yo' job is yo' career
won't be back 'til the 4th
you got eight bills a month but only one of 'em yours
and you couldn't understand if i paid ya
you wouldn't understand if i made ya
life we live daily is major
i went from a nobody to the fuckin' man
everybody fuckin' mad 'cause i got that bag and passed the torch
but ain't nobody pass the torch when i had first jumped off the porch
me and chris atkins in the cam' dreamin' 'bout that porsche
i was down alone in that cell
me and shard sittin' at that table tryna get it right
me and pops on that phone and we talkin' prison life
me and mama goin' back and forth
i was kicked out every night
i know it's hard to have faith in the greatness in yo' city
'cause nobody has ever really made it in yo' city
but nobody's major in yo' city
nobody hit the big stage and skated in yo' city
niggas got cocky and then they got lazy in yo' city
eventually they critically faded in yo' city
but this young nigga is comin' to make changes in yo' city