| I have some niggas who’s servin' |
| That nigga flex, we strippin' him shirtless |
| Shootin' up houses, them niggas on nerd shit |
| shooting and then we gon' merc shit |
| Remember them days I was broke on the 8th |
| And my parents was saying that you gon' be worthless |
| Hop on the plane on the way to the H |
| Bust down the chain to show that I’m worth it |
| Poppin' them pills at my shows |
| Cause when I perform I still get a lil' nervous |
| This Glock, let her dance |
| Every time I fire, it’s bigger than jerkin' |
| Remmber them days at my mamas |
| Using Pro Tools, thank God that I learnd it |
| That’s from the time the homie got shot |
| Me and Manny was slidin' till we found that he workin' |
| Addicted to gambling, before we shot dice we was playing with guns tryna shoot |
| up a person |
| Addicted to splurging, I got me some money and realized the reason I’m hurtin' |
| Ain’t nobody perfect I got me some problems, but it’s all part of learning |
| This pistol be jerking, .45 bussin', it got my wrist hurtin' |
| Stay dangerous 'cause sets get cracked, never show 'em you’re nervous |
| Remember them nights I was high up all night posted until the birds chirppin' |
| Black hoodies, we lurkin' and riding away cause I ain’t re surfing |
| Free all the guys sick writing in cursive |
| Dear mama I made I’m far from the top, gettin' used to be famous |
| Dear mom it’s crazy, I shared her my dreams they was calling me crazy |
| I dreamed of a Mercedes, Now I’m in a Benz and I got me a baby |
| Dear mama, dear mama, aye |
| Dear mama I made I’m far from the top, gettin' used to be famous |
| Dear mom it’s crazy, I shared her my dreams they was calling me crazy |
| I dreamed of a Mercedes, Now I’m in a Benz and I got me a baby |
| Dear mama, dear mama, aye |