made it worse

i don't complain

i make it work

i know about pain

i make it work

i don't complain

i make it work

i know about pain

i'm from the dirt

i was stuck on the block

i woke up off a perc

sick of duckin' the cops

the money only made it worse

money only made it worse

i just bought my bitch a purse

niggas gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse

i know how to make it work

they put my cousin on a shirt

i just wanna see all my niggas touch a million before i leave this earth

now they asking me my worth

them niggas grass

i'm turf

foreign drop on crenshaw and the tops off like a shirt

i'd done played the backseat

only one thought

niggas get murked

i wake up and go to work

put my closest homie in a hearse

taking pictures with my thumbs up

my baby momma hate my lifestyle

my lawyer told me put the guns up but he don't understand my life wild

blowin' racks up in niketown

pray the plug bring the price down

i was on the phone with neff

told him i'm in north

met him up in nice town

blue faces

need 'em right now

fear of god and amiri mix

on point

like a pyramid

might catch a body while you hearing this

look in my eyes and i'm serious

you niggas is trash

period

gettin' head in a benz while i'm steering it

just make sure you don't leave no witnesses

period

i don't complain

i make it work

i know about pain

i'm from the dirt

i was stuck on the block

i woke up off a perc

sick of duckin' the cops

the money only made it worse

money only made it worse

i just bought my bitch a purse

niggas gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse

i know how to make it work

they put my cousin on a shirt

i just wanna see all my niggas touch a million before i leave this earth

before i even leave the city

i got niggas telling me that i'm a legend

before i went and got a car

before i got a crib

i went and got a weapon

free my niggas in the state yard

when i talk i know that they get the messege

treat the block like it's tetris

all this guap got her naked

alotta niggas talking drug rap

honestly i never jack that

couldn't ask em where a pack at

lord knows what's in my backpack

i was in the projects

all the scammers

all the felons and the rats at

i don't even get a cat nap

nightmares

me eating jack mack

long nights in a cell

talk to dre-mac

'til my nigga get back

rafaello got my wrist wrapped

in a kitchen watching pooch whip that

buncha baggies in a zip-lock

only one thought

gotta get back

baby brother got a good shot

price on ya head he gon' hit that

homie sit back

i don't complain

i make it work

i know about pain

i'm from the dirt

i was stuck on the block

i woke up off a perc

sick of duckin' the cops

the money only made it worse

i just bought my bitch a purse

niggas gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse

i know how to make it work

they put my cousin on a shirt

i just wanna see all my niggas touch a million before i leave this earth