(TnT on the beat) You know? They telling me I got power over you (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that prolly Tago) Yeah, the kids look up to a nigga and shit like a celebrity Tell me how to use it, you know? You know I'm promoting that violence shit [Verse] Roll through the hood, probably bumping T.I., still ain't forgave myself ('Gave myself) No guidance, partners crossing over I fell and had to raise myself (Raise myself) Police murk C, they sent him up to heaven, twelve still give us hell (They give us hell) Momma think I'm safe 'cause I'm at the Rex, same place they killed Markel (Killed Markel) Uncle on the crack, granny wanted him to stop, they ain't know I played a lil' part 'Cause I was slidin' him money to go get the rock so he let me borrow his car Bad bitch from Boston, I shot my shot at her like I was Tatum or Smart (Tatum or Smart) She better off playing Operation before she play with my heart I'ma leave my phone at the house on purpose, I just pray I can see the mistakes Playing with a gun, Lil Fye got killed so I'm tryna beef with mistakes (Yeah) Fucked around, heard a nigga say, "I ain't do it," almost killed him on sight I been killing lizards since Ty died in a wreck, having me beefing with Geico I was with a reaper, but we had words when I found out he killed my people He ain't no tattoo artist but he gone walk around with that needle These streets like the Warriors, try so hard but we can't beat 'em (Stephen Curry) Glocks with dicks, the opps the porn, we see 'em and beat 'em (Yeah, yeah) Middle school had hoes, we ain't have no car, we walked and meet 'em (Walkin' and meet 'em) Pushed up on them boys, I was losing my money because of my righteousness (My dawg) Knowing he ain't steal, so karma bit me just like Tyson Now they tryna take his baby boy like you Taraji (She Taraji) Bills due and, momma, she wasn't racist but we kept having blackouts Showers in the dark, I couldn't see nothing, I get to singing, "Georgia" If I would've gave Ray Charles my eyes, I still can see they bothered Knew that I missed my way, hit the studio and I went harder (Missed my way) Me, Thad, and Rell poring up a quack, see twelve we duck and dodge 'em (Quack) Know Taneshia played me, we had good times just like James in Florida Ho want me to fly her out Cali, I'ma take her straight to Sparks Street Ion't see people, I see remotes and now how they turning on me It ain't no crosswalks in the projects, Wolf died crossing the street They thought I was callin' all the managers, ain't nothing but bosses 'round me I fucked that ho and kicked her out but she went up on her lease Calicos with Dracos with that iron, we so tough on the crease Wipe your nose, wanna see his momma crying for eternity (For eternity) From time to time, I'm by a window, hoping I can hear her grieve No real booster, if they fight, they'll probably steal your weed Say she got herpes, gotta punch the blunt, only way she hit the weed I was throwing Percs back, told my teacher I was eating sunflower seeds Made her get an abortion, hoping not ever think 'bout baby shower needs Angel died from diabetes. big Balenciaga, know she lookin' down laughing Niggas turn to hoes, might as well let my homegirls carry my casket I just wanna tell them lil' niggas chill 'cause I know they lookin' up to me Even though them young niggas gon' roll like they unwrapping the Tootsie One hand on the wheel, other one on the Glock but I wanna grab her lil' pussy Saw Jay in the middle of the streets but he wouldn't directin' the traffic All he wanted was money, but he got hit up with that ratchet (Hit up with that ratchet) They say they a hunnid, but that's before you subtract it (Before you subtract it) Said they keep a thousand, but that's before you divide it (You gotta divide that) Won't steal her flat 'til I looked up and start smiling (There go Rylo) Three mill' on RU-vid, though I come from the projects (I come from the slums) I ain't picture this, I was sleeping with roaches and mices Say life a gamble even if you ain't holding the dices Pray he don't drive you insane, he gon' fuck around, throw out your license I'ma throw my tongue like Dak Prescott 'fore I tell on somebody Lil' nigga, we was hitting them Backpage hoes, then snatched and ran like she hiking In the hood, they look at me like I'm a God, but I ain't nothing like Christ Knew they all was lying, they left me scarred, sometimes I feel I'm Mufasa
