| I just want to get my bread | 
| And talk my shit before I end up dead | 
| I got all this blood sitting on my hands | 
| I never gave no fucks so they understand why I feel this way | 
| Just found God and I still don’t pray | 
| Cause Satan preys on the weak swear I can do it myself | 
| Soul stuck in the beats it’s like I’m crying for help | 
| Still my expression is bleak because my momma ain’t raised no bitch | 
| Never take no shit from no nigga unless he want to see the black four fifth | 
| From the ghetto where the oceans is, but all hope is lost | 
| We know the laws and quick to break 'em once there’s dough involved | 
| Young age they wrote us off, guns blaze they go to court | 
| I got a lot of homies gone product of they’re broken home | 
| But who’s to say what’s right and wrong, they ain’t live it | 
| Looking straight into their eyes still and they ain’t get it | 
| But if I had a hundred dollars for every dream that I’ve ever had | 
| I’d barely have enough to right the wrongs I did in the past | 
| They say forgive and forget, look at it and laugh | 
| We gave all that we had and got nothing | 
| As far as music kid I’m innovative | 
| Niggas pretend to hate it, influence you niggas favourite | 
| You stupid believe in different, authentic you lack the stitching | 
| Sitting when it’s game time, snitching when you face time | 
| What’s wrong with you niggas? | 
| See I was brought up where that talking gets you shot up at apartments | 
| Where the bitch that set you up had told you meet her just that morning | 
| Just a warning, my performance astounding | 
| Everybody want something, get these niggas from 'round me | 
| Tryna climb skyscrapers | 
| Life is but a dream but is never what it seems | 
| So I never leave my weapon at the house | 
| Rather spend time sitting behind bars than in a grave | 
| I’m getting paid trying to change from my sinning ways | 
| Working on my thousandth time telling you sorry | 
| Walking around pretending it ain’t affect me | 
| But nothing was further from the truth | 
| Least I’m trying to re-coop | 
| Just blame it on the youth | 
| No matter what you feel or seen I was in it too | 
| Probably more than you would ever believe | 
| You gave me something I would never receive again | 
| We probably won’t be again | 
| But, would you expect it though? | 
| I’m just the nigga, that I promised you I was | 
| When you swore that I was better | 
| Was in it through the weather storm | 
| Just was better moving on | 
| There was a time I thought that I would never think about you again | 
| You was the best friend a nigga could have | 
| I used to call you when I thought that I would die that day | 
| And you would calm me down and I would make my way | 
| You probably should have stayed | 
| It just wasn’t your place | 
| I thought about you today |