why niggas woofin on the gram like they can't get touched?
where i'm from the innocent turn angel dust
i can't tell you what an angel was
went to church asked the preacher do he pray for thugs
heard they want me on that tee but ain't brave enough
and i was really in that field you ain't slave enough
stacking for the rainy days
in that jungle with the wolves you ain't safe enough
i hate to see them loved ones start to changing up
bitch i'm really authentic i can't make shit up
turn your brother to a picture
my circle been closed for years you can't hang wit' us
to get where i wanna be i just can't give up
and i been feeling like i'm falling and i can't get up
nigga claim he want smoke nigga take a puff
i'm the man in this bitch
i ain't listening to niggas they be all cap
nigga not one opinion nigga all facts
don't say you love me if you can't tell me why
and the way a nigga live it feel televised
if them cooks don't stink they ain't smelling right
i can knock a rich bitch with no second try
nigga we ain't decorate better recognize
you niggas running from the truth with them selling lies
i done stopped going to parties
all you hear is gunshots if you mess with mine
trying to focus on myself focus next in line