Untitled No Hook

I lost what was left to lose

Privacy, sanity, thirty day spent about 90 G's gambling

Grind like I'm famished, still ride with them hammers, try to understand me

Man, I'm just tryna provide for my family

My lil cousin in college, she need tuition and books

The **** you hustle with probably won't even put shit on your books

That's why I move different like bishops and rooks

Keep a tool with me, and I'm cool with being misunderstood

Look, I got street credit and I'm also rich in the hood

But you can keep that and I traded my OG status

I just wanna be happy, fuckin' 'round with these rappers

They just selling dreams, you get a syrup and a weed happy

Endured a loss, just keep stacking, stashing for a rainy day

Strapped when I'm in traffic, and I ain't playing just like a rain delay

War torn from the game, I ain't ashamed but I remain this way

Learn from all my pain because it's lame to make the same mistakes, 'Lito

I mean, we don't have

Like we're not so similar, like

As people, like, I mean, we have different habits

We have different ways of doing things

But when you put us in a, in the room with a mic and a console

You know, it's clock work

So I think with that film, that was the other thing

Like those guys play by their own rules

And they did what made sense to them

And that was the strength of their bond, 'Lito

You know you can count on me like a mathematician

If it's 'bout cash I'm with it, I never slack to get it

Long as my casket empty

**** say my name in one of his raps, I'm ready to slap 'em silly

I got a clapper with me

And it got a back up with it, that got a back up with it

Three hour drive to Nashville

Stop at Prince's to grab a chicken

Then it's back to Memphis

By the way my name ring bells like class dismissal

Bitch, I ball hard, you don't believe me?

Ask a catcher's mitten

Betting against us is like hitting a strip club

Searching for classy women

Meanwhile, I'm flier than a flight attendant

But still not high as God intended

Smallest giant, largest weapon

223 if the odds against me

Momma ain't raise no punk

Disagree with me, that's till I raise this pump

I can come back everyday and not have to reload

But ain't enough days in a month

Third time hearing 'bout a raid this month

Make a **** proud, ain't still in the cut

I remember riding low key on pins and needles

For all this hay in the truck

And I got a baby AK in the front

I'm strapped up, I'm strapped in

Got road rage on the road to riches

To a city near you for my backend