HG2 Intro

[Verse]

Look, I’m sorry baby

I don’t live that kinda life

I be turnt up every night

I ain’t got room for a wife

But she dangerous and damagin’

But 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

It’s Heartbreak Hotel season, I get paid for gamblin’

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 it ‘til yo’ closest nigga showin’ animosity

Hoes that you barely know try to fuck ya constantly

Hatin’ niggas say that you won’t blow ‘cause you ain’t special

And everywhere you go somebody gotta be extra

They pull ya to the side and try to give you a lecture

And you don’t wanna 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

And niggas smile around ya but don’t wanna see you flex

And you don’t step in clubs unless they cut you a check

And, you don’t like clubbin’ but you damn sure can pack ‘em

You walk through malls every Saturday to get reactions

And hoes that used to turn ya down, they come around with actin’

Askin’ for pictures to put kisses in the caption

And you won’t understand until yo’ private life is public

The world love watchin’ you turn nothin’ into somethin’

The life and path you chose consist of nonstop hustlin’

Hittin’ the road, doin’ shows, and elbow rubbin’

You forced to stay away from yo’ cousins ‘cause they be thuggin’

You love ‘em just like brothers but can’t get in no more trouble

Niggas want you to fail and yo’ family want you to bubble

Waitin’ for you to blow and come get ‘em all out the gutter

You wouldn’t understand ‘til you have to hit that road

You’ll never have the time for the people you love the most

Takin’ chances, tryna ball, Knievel in the post

Evil in certain people is really startin’ to show

And you wouldn’t understand until yo’ job is yo’ career

It’s like yo’ sport

You leave the 12th, won’t be back ‘til the 4th

You live hotel to hotel, resort to resort

You got eight bills a month but only one of ‘em 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 fuckin’ man

Everybody fuckin’ 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 Atkins in the Cam’ dreamin’ ‘bout that Porsche

I was down alone in that cell, down with no remorse

Me and Shard sittin’ at that table tryna get it right

Me and pops on that phone and we talkin’ prison life

Me and mama goin’ back and forth, kicked out every night

I was kicked out every night

I know it’s hard to have 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 and then they got lazy in yo’ city

Eventually they critically faded in yo’ city

But this young nigga is comin’ to make changes in yo’ city

Changes in yo’ city

Brrdddttt!