Adidas

Yeah, yeah

Dope stash in my Beamer

I can cash out on Adidas

Should I trap? Should I rap

And spend this cash all on a feature?

My **** is in the field and they adopted, so I teach

But I gotta spend this cash all on this motherfucking re-up

I'm trying to be a leader, but shit I'm falling in my past

The trap calling for this cash, I scrape the bottom of the stash

Front a **** one and I compress it, I can stretch that bitch to half

A lot of shit a **** never had a **** tryna grab

And R.I.P. my **** Black, 'cause they done chopped him into pieces

He was trying to duck polices, I was trying to duck the Reaper

I was on the block hustling, just tryna stuff the reefer in the pocket with the nina

Shit I'm popping with the heater If I need her

I'm in the kitchen, baking like Anita

Trying to freak it like Adina, sellin', sneak it to a beaner

I was younger, was fucking up the re-up, copping sneakers

'Cause the O.G.'s never taught me how to be up

I got beat up on them corners but I came back

Trap back jumping, had it popping on the same track

Lil' mama thugging, got my name as a face tat

Shit, you gotta face facts

It's some real **** in this shit, you can't replace that

Same block, same strap

Shoot a **** face back

Leave his head in his legs, waist in his wave cap

Cock the K back

Was blowing blades where his braids at

Cock the K back

Had so much pain, so I stained that

Mama cried tears, we did bids throughout the years

I had a couple **** die and I'm just wishing you was here

But shit is clear

I'm riding with my pistol like a piston through the fear

And let them **** know I'm here

I promise when I die they'll celebrate me like I'm Pac

It'll be because I reached my goal, not 'cause I sold this rock

Any **** that try too hate me, promise, dog, they gon' get shot

I'm from the Dot

And I got some **** that's still down to knock your top

I put this on my baby

This being broke shit done drove me crazy

All my friends done got ghost and went Swayze

My number-one question now is "Lord, am I gon' make it?"

'Cause there's times I feel alone and just so hopeless on this pavement

I tried to work a 9-to-5 but I can't wait for payment

Shit, that shit just take too long and plus the feeling so complacent

But I look at that road, and it's like my goals are so adjacent

The devil on my shoulder, it's getting colder in this basement

I got killers on the left of me, drug dealers on my right

To the world they look scary, but I knew these **** all my life

And now my lil' **** scamming, he tryna cop it off a swipe

I remember different nights

Ducking cops and running flights of stairs

**** getting scared, but, pussy boy, that ain't my type

I threw it up with **** past my weight and twice my height

Ever sat up in that dark place, just tryna find the light?

I can't even trust myself, my left hand don't know my right

I can put this on my dead mama

Marijuana sales done bought this Ferragamo

Out-of-state licks done got the flicks of Moncler on me

Bitch, I'm all smiles like the logo of the Murakami

**** can't stop me, now they fearing on me

Only thing I fear is God, I could never fear the odds

Eric committing a suicide the only time you seen the tears fall

Shot my **** Netsa in his head, they tried to clear 'em off

Then my cousin Dave got shot in front of grandma's

I been in them shootouts in the parking lots and stand-offs

Real plugs where I'm from, no **** never ran off

Give it to my lil ****, pass it by the hand off

Had to sell him game, you gotta pass and put yo man on

'Cause even if I, even if I don't get it

Then I might die trying

'Cause I was born broke, but I'ma die rich

Even if I, if I never get it

I'll still have this dope stash

When I blow past

Selling snow like it's winter in the forecast

I gotta make it

I gotta make it

Said I gotta make it

And if they won't give it to me, I'm gon' take it

Oh

I gotta make it

I gotta make it

And if they won't give it to me I'm gon' take it