You Wouldn't Believe Me

Life cold, but at least we get to wear our jackets

Where I'm from, you either die or either make it happen

Not in a million years, I thought that I'd make it rapping

And my bitch look like I got her at a beauty pageant

J Cole album got me through a lot

I was on the sidelines tryna get a spot

Couple **** went left, guess they ain't see the plot

Painting pictures with these lyrics like I'm Basquiat

Used to tell my people I was tryna be a rapper

They wanted me to get a job and answer to a master

With all due respect, that's not the kind of life I'm after

I'm the author of my book and I'm still writing chapters, yeah

Streets so dirty, so a **** gotta stay clean

I go to Gyros, what the fuck is a Salem's?

Biggs told me, never let these **** play me

I play dumb but I'm a long way from crazy

How he from Tampa but he coming like he Jay-Z?

No cap, the microphone the only that saved me

Without rap, I'd probably end up going crazy

Shit I'd be doing never cease to amaze 'em

Trap got slow, I got a job, I ain't lazy

I signed a deal but sometimes it still feels like I ain't made it

Wayne still be on my mind and I can't lie that shit crazy.

I'm coming in the game strong like I'm Big Baby

Oh, I've been on my grind all week

If I told them what I'm doing, man, them **** wouldn't believe

I've been dropping tracks and feeling pain, you know I'm bleeding

I got PTSD, I've seen my partner not breathe

Whoa, sippin' on this codeine, yeah

I've been fightin' demons

You don't gotta ask me if I got it 'cause I keep it

Seen my dog die, it left my heart broke in pieces

The shit that I be doing, man, them **** wouldn't believe

And if you leave the house broke

Then you came out wrong

A couple of hundred in their face and they'll be coming out thongs

In the game like a shirt

With a hole, got his soul

My uncle snorted so much cane, now he can't feel his nose

And the cane is on his brain

So it got his feelings gone

I was ten in this frame

Till he let me hold the chrome

He was gone off the X so he ain't put the safety on

Plus, I was always touching shit

They made my momma take me home (Shit)

For all that play on, we draw down on you just like a crayon

'Cause I could never go out like I'm Trayvon

Black on black coupe, call it soda black and Akon

Front door service like a **** selling Avon

All up in truth

Standing on the stage, Hoes looking from the line

Tryna get saved

Cuban link chains, we just modern day slaves

I can be dead broke and tell you, "Everything okay"

Feeling like woop, make all the haters go away

Doo doo got L's so we don't ride with throwaways

And since they killed Quan, the pain won't go away

That's why I been poppin' percs and pouring up for four days, uh

Play the streets like my enemies, I keep 'em close

I talked to Wayne the other night, feel like I'm seeing ghosts

When I'm like this, I feel like I need to be left alone

Don't want to talk so I don't answer when they hit my phone

Oh, I've been on my grind all week

If I told them what I'm doing, man, them **** wouldn't believe

I've been dropping tracks and feeling pain, you know I'm bleeding

I got PTSD, I've seen my partner not breathe

Oh, sippin' on this codeine, yeah, I've been fighting demons

You don't gotta ask me if I got it 'cause I keep it

Seen my dog die, it left my heart broke in pieces

The shit I be doing, man, them **** wouldn't believe