Is it hard to explain let me broke it down I was a kid who grew up in a simple town No simple life I went through this shit Several times Throwing dimes Like Stockton in his prime You think you know me until I show the dark side Dirty money that I made probably more than your size Balanciaga shoes Gucci jacket going for a ride I pray Allah every day to see the light Don’t come to me if you ain’t buying 10 kilos Balling on your broke niggas making field goals I got the key for success you can call it cheat code I passed what they had Niggas now see slow If you ain’t living this tell me what you rap for Life of the streets will never have a back door Making sure that I have a goal to attack for Sold the brick told him see me there At 4 How can you diss on the then beg for a verse Matter of the fact You probably choose the worse When I was 12 I was the first to know how this shit works Since my birth I was living with the thirst like I live in reverse
