Uh, uh, uh (True story)
Uh, uh, uh (True story)
Right, right (Uh)
Right, right (Uh)
Right, right (Uh)
If it's a ghetto in Heaven, I hope that's leaked address (I hope)
Whole pockets empty, was mad stressed (Whole)
The block had to study like math test
Fuck it, jump out a bucket, I'm thuggin' in public
My life in a rush and nobody could touch it
I climbed out the gutter eatin' bread and butter
Jealous of my living struggle with my mother
Did it for my brother, grew up with my cousin
Blew up on these niggas, they can't even stomach
I ain't ask for nothin', I ain't ask for nothin'
I was out here hustlin', nickel to a onion, onion to a plate
Shadow got me zonin', conversate with omens
Mama told me, "Son, you nothin', no diploma"
Cookin' in the kitchen, crack was the aroma
Pots full of powder, sit it on a napkin
Let it dry, we ridin', any block, we slidin'
AMG kitted, I been so committed, shorty so explicit
Everything I got on, you know it's expensive
Everything I get on, critical condition
Run up all this money, I would always listen
Tryna make it happen in front of Pooh's buildin'
Early in the mornin', I was waitin' on a package (True story)
Global now, gettin' bookings all across the atlas (Everywhere)
I roll up the gladness and watch out
For badness, my bitch is the baddest
Life is worth much more than a Patek
Always elite, can't do nothin' average (Always)
He got in a beef, he ain't really
Know the gang he was jackin' (At all)
It was like twenty degrees outside, they took off his jacket
I seen a lot of my homies change up when I started rappin' (A lot)
I fell out with my plug 'cause he started taxin'
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh
One, two, one, two, one, two
One, two
Uh, uh, 'bout time
Bump Dave East on the Southside
Little LC on the frontline
Four deep in the backseat with the clouds high
Brown eyes, 'bout nine
All that time been about mine
In the same old spot in the street where the feds don't watch
Everybody wanna talk 'bout grind
But I knew about rap, never handled the pipe (Shit's whack)
Uh, never handled the scrap, but I soon got the handlin' diet, facts
Uh, I was heavy in the flack
Kids said they ready to attack, in fact
One black, he was runnin' with the pack
One smack, I was layin' on my back
Yo, I never could forget that beatin'
Uh, walked home with a limp that evenin'
Leg broke and my head swole, bleedin'
Metaphor for this life I'm leadin'
Uh, all the times I was leavin'
Better score for the nights I'm grievin'
Coach sayin' it was my time even
No comeback season, uh
Got left with a bunch of scars
I'm on a track with a younger Nas, I better come correct
'Cause everybody got a one connect
But one dance, I'ma done your set
I was a hoarder
What you know about bricks and the mortar?
Straight to the fridge, bare ice in the water
Was a private caller ignorer
Fresh haircut with a side partin' and a border
Not a Winchmore warrior
Keep the champagne, not a Class A courier
Full back, not a real rap follower
If it's all chat like a champagne swallower
I'll leave you in a twist like Oliver
When I borrow an MC's shit, no copier
Uh, sayin' real words don't bother ya
Then why won't she follow ya?
Sayin' that the streets don't love me, I don't love them
G's don't trust me, I don't trust them
Still won't touch me, jealousy, it must be
Still does more pain than it does them
'Cause it still don't work, scrapin' the dirt
See it from the stains on my shirt
I was raised on my J's, wasn't raised in no church
Raisin' the stakes, I label my worth like
Uh, label my worth like
Yeah
Dave East, Loyle Carner
DJ Shadow, Big Shadow
Ayy
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Yeah
