64 Bars

A **** played and we gon' air him out

Lost some love for some **** that I cared about

Left when I was young, mas didn't know my whereabouts

This real life and I just want the fans to hear me out

I grew up in poverty, I'm talking wrestling roaches

Young **** on the air, so watch how you approach me

Went from rags to riches, I ain't bragging, boastin'

Had to get up off my ass and put a bag in motion

I do it for the less fortunate, the ghetto spokesman

If I can do it, you can do it, I'm the one that showed 'em

Ain't got shit to have, put my pride to the side

Put my life on these beats, then put my life on the line

It's hard to be all I can be when all my people dying

Shit's so real in these streets, I smile to keep from crying

Keep your eyes open, ****, peep the signs

It's cool to get away and get a peace of mind

I've been through it all so you can't hurt me

Never trust these bitches 'cause they ain't worth it

Know that she a keeper if she ain't thirsty

Never change, though, my people wear the same jersey

Yeah, stack the money, you can see the money

Sometimes these **** only loyal when they need some money

Ain't nowhere that you can run with no peoples on you

Fresh as hell when you see me like it's Easter Sunday

Money sticking out my pockets, you can peep the money

But don't ask me for a dollar, ****, I ain't got it

It ain't hard for you to find me, ****, I ain't hiding

Hell cattle, school crab, rest in peace, Jaffe

You ain't never had a friend like me

Plain Rolly on my wrist, plain all-white tee

Ten Gs in my pocket, this ain't all my cheese

If I lend a **** something, I need all my cheese

Chain shining off the light so these hoes can't see

Boiling on these old fuck **** like I'm OKC

Bitch told me she was done, I'm like, okay, peace

I'm so motherfucking up, I can't feel my feet

Did it all by myself so I don't need no help

When your pants fifteen-hunnid, you don't need a belt

I dare a ****, take something from me, be my guest

I guarantee your pussy ass won't take nothing else

Yeah, you lil' boys just be talking good

They say I'm acting funny now I made it off the hood

I ain't cash my rap check, I made it off the jugs

You ain't really out here grinding like I thought you was

Luis bracelet round my wrist, there ain't no Bs on it

I got four Gs on the card, ain't no Ds on it

Pull up on a ****'s block and make a scene on it

Don't be talking out your head, I'll put some cheese on it

I done seen it all so no shit surprise me

If the plug front you, man, it's called consignment

Got love for my **** 'cause I know they ride

Say I'm acting funny, I don't know nobody

**** start fronting, you ain't got nobody

I got two bad bitches waiting in the lobby

I got real killers with me, dare a **** try me

Spent thirty on the Rolly, call it perfect timing

You ain't working, you ain't got no job, Tommy

A **** take something, he gon' die 'bout it

Young **** with me, they some live wires

Cut a **** ass up like some barbed wire

She looking at my neck, she says, it's all icy

I'ma get her to the room so I can all-night her

Shitting on these ****, I'm like bad diaper

Bitch, I'm paid in full like Mekhi Phifer