what it look like

don't forget the drank and the weed nigga

not so much on the hoes

but really the weed though for real

if you think that bentley means i made it

then you sadly mistaken

that's just the money i saved up

another chance i was taking

so many more hustles besides rapping

my ass is jamaican

told y'all life was aiight when the money came

truth is i was faking

i can't remember the last fifteen years

it's a cloud of kush smoke

port 180 and port 12

prescriptions for some good dope

sued for this and sued for that

i made it up out my hood though

i don't feel i'm really appreciated

unless i'm in my hood though

truth is

all them niggaz might hate me like a mo'fucker

truth is

sometimes i even hate me like a mo'fucker

cause no matter how far i get

away from the hating

either it's fifteen minutes away from me

or it's right in my face

when the fuck a stranger show you more respect

than the person you lay down with

trying to tell the person you lay down with

i hope you drown bitch

when you see me without my jewelry on

in one of them foreign whips

i'm never ever smiling

cause i never ever learned how to enjoy this shit

i know what it look like

i'm on top and it's all good

truth is

i'm fifteen minutes from living back in the hood

i know what it look like

i don't have a care in this world

shit but i'm sick to my stomach

from worry i just might hurl

i know what it look like

i'm just having a good time

can't concentrate on the money

cause i'm losing my mind

i know what it look like

i'm the man of steel

god done already let me know

i'm just a man for real

now every time you see me

it look like i'm balling brah

but you don't see my pain mayn

and the problems i got piling up

i got police on my dick

now i gotta keep my antennas up

but i'ma keep getting rich

that's prolly why i don't give a fuck

and the streets say they need me

and this cash that i mash for

but these snitch niggaz so weak

they telling on they own kin folks

and you gotta watch your family

cause they could be your worst enemy

and we gon' make it out the hood

if you a real g then it's understood

and i'm steady choking on good

better yet a lit cigarette

cause i can't take this pain mayn

letting all this stress that's on my neck

and much respect for my homies

that's caught off in the struggle

keeping that tool for a fuck nigga

wan' flex his muscle

and you gotta keep hustling head up

and sent two steps

you think that you got it bad

my bro just for two and his kids arrest

lock my up for my videos

the police say they too real

so when i see em i drop my top

and work my wood wheel

and it's r.i.p. to the pimp

and much love to that bun

that's just the life i chose

a trill nigga on the run

and this only for my family son

so when them props come

i'ma be a gangsta bout em

and let my hustle embrace em partna