Im goin‘ in, ever since a youngin I was taught to win. Don’t bring em round me if ion know his background or got time in. Man they put my dad in jail for life, he still can’t get that time back.
I had it all then lost again, I told my mom it’s time to win. This sh*t ain’t luck, I been in the stu just rapping all day. Can’t make this up my homie just came home they sent him far away. I been the only one who made it out, ain’t got a lot to say. I seen the closest change about some money, I run around my way.
This sh*t getting normal in my city it’s going down, I don’t hang round no f*ck n***** can’t associate with clowns. Seen a lot when I was young, somehow my feet still on the ground. Lil n**** only fifteen and he run his whole town, it’s goin‘ down.
They can’t post him on the social cos they heard the feds in town. Everybody know his name, he’s scared to shoot cos they might tell.
That’s the part of the whole game, you either die or go to jail. I know some n***** going to hell.
Lot of n***** can’t make bail, I ain’t taking no more shots been was supposed to have a mill. Got my dad locked in a box probably the reason I rap for real.
I can wear my chain in any hood, they reach they getting killed. Now it’s SRTs and Trackhawks when we bending through them block, we ain’t stoppin for the cops.
After I f*ck she getting blocked, I came from curbs on the block. Stuffin Money in my socks, the only way I’m getting touched is one of my n***** gave you the drop.
