It seem like, the realist niggas
Go through the worst shit
So they gotta'
They gotta' appreciate us when we try
Cuz most niggas don't even do that
I done seen so much shit
That I ain't suppose to say
I been winning so much
I been stacking for the rain
Been around the block before
I done felt the worst pain
Extended clip 'cause
I be high I ain't gotta' have aim
I ain't sitting in no trap
You just waiting to get raided
Had a dream I was rich
And told my mama that we made it
From the age four to six
My mama cried every day
Moved to Memphis with my grandma
'Cause her hearing wasn't straight
It's some shit that I can't tell you
But you see it in my face
Keep shit too one hundred
Feel like everybody fake
I ain't loose like these niggas
You don't see me every day
I don't fuck with broke hoes
I swear most these bitches lame
Heard you made some lil' money
And went broke on a chain
Gotta' learn you alone
It's only you who feel the pain
My son get whatever
I'll be damned if I ain't able
Had choices as a kid
Either new shoes or cable
We was nothing from the jump
How the fuck I'm tryna' play you
If I told that
I really cared about you I'd be faking
Holding the wheel with two hands
Cause' the juice tryna' take me
I just blocked another bitch number
Nigga she was basic
This lean keep me cool
But when I stop it I be aching
These bitches chase me
I be chasing Ben Franklin
I'm the hardest nigga out
They tried to keep me in the basement
I'ma still have heavy sticks around
When I make it
You won't catch me with a nigga
If his name on a statement
I just bought a ounce a sherbert
Just to roll up and face it
It's a tab on them features
Lil' boy you gotta' pay me
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