I’m sorry baby I don’t live that kind of life, I be turnt up every night, I ain’t got room for a wife
Shit dangerous and damaging, shit you kinda scandalous, so maybe you can handle it
But I live the dream, I ain’t yo average teen, I don’t sell sandwiches
Heartbreak hotel season I get paid for gambling
I got two accountants , that’s for money management and managers to manage what they managing
Hate when people say they “get it” or they “understand”
Cause truth be told, I don’t think you’ll ever stand a chance
You won’t get into yo closest niggas showing animosity, hoes that you barely know try to fuck you constantly
Hating nigga say that you won’t blow cause you ain’t special
Everywhere you go somebody got to be extra
They pull you to the side and try to give you a lecture, and you don’t want to hear it but you gotta be respectful
If not, they say yo head “too big” cause you up next
And everywhere you go, you rock diamonds round yo neck
Niggas smile around you but don’t want to see you flex
And you don’t step in clubs unless they cut you a check
And you don’t like clubs but you damn sure can pack em
You walk through malls every Saturday to get reactions
And hoes that used to turn you down they come around with actin
Asking for pictures to put kisses in the caption
You wouldn’t understand til yo private life was public
The world love watching you turn nothing into something
The life and path you choose consist of non stop hustling
Hitting the road, doing shows, and elbow rubbing
You forced to stay away from yo brothers, cause they be thugging
You love em like brothers but can’t get in nomore trouble
Niggas want you to fail and yo family want you to bubble
Looking for you to blow and come get em all out the gutter
You wouldn’t I’d rest and until you have to hit that road, you’ll never have time for the people you love the most
Taking chances, trying to ball, put evil in the post
Evil in certain people is really starting to show
And you wouldn’t understand until yo job was yo career it’s like yo sport, you leave the 12th won’t be back to the 4th
You go hotel to hotel, resort to resort, you got eight bills a month but only one of them yours
And you couldn’t understand if I paid ya
You wouldn’t understand if I made ya it’s crazy
Life we live daily is major, now understand
I went from a nobody to the fucking man
Everybody fucking mad, cause I got that bag and passed the torch, but ain’t nobody pass the torch when I had first jumped off the porch
Me and Chris Adkins in that can dreaming about that Porsche
I was down alone in that cell, down with no remorse
Sean sitting st that table trying to get it right, me and pops on the phone and we talking prison life
Me and momma going back and forth kicked out every night, I was kicked out every night
I know it’s hard to faith in the greatness in yo city, cause nobody has ever really made it in yo city
Couple church songs, but nobody’s major in yo city
Nobody hit the big stage and skated in yo city
Niggas got cocky then they got lazy in yo city
Eventually they critically faded in yo city
But this young nigga is coming to make changes in yo city, changes in yo city
