Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh
You know what it is, nigga
Conway the Machine, Wun Two, CTM Drum 2, nigga
Yeah
Told my momma to say a prayer for me
I know the pen got a cell for me
County court hole, listening to niggas' jail stories
Shit was hell for me, 2012 shit got real for me
Bullet in my neck paralyzed my face, Bell's palsy
Baby mom went through my phone, she seen Chanel calling
Screaming on me, downstairs neighbors calling 12 on me
Used to serve 'em off of the porch, I kept my scale on me
But now I'm only serving verses, send a Zelle for me
Yeah, momma, we made it far
What a beautiful day that God gave us all
I might go and spend a few K on bodega cards
I just hope the evens outweigh the odds
Ayo, bro, get the K from the yard
Them niggas ride through here again and we gon' spray the car
Two in the morning I told the J to wait in the hall
I ain't got no bag so I'ma take a piece and break it off
Look, I feel like I been through it all, baby
The darkest in my classroom, they call me tar, baby (Tar, baby)
I been shooting through Italy on tour lately
At the gallery of Victoria buying more Bottega
We wish one of you niggas slide
Assault rifles with hairpin triggers fire
Hit him again in case he didn't die
This is why I
Told my momma to say a prayer for me
I know the feds got a cell for me
On the rec-yard listening to niggas' jail stories
Shit was hell for me, 2012 shit got real for me
Shot in my head paralyzed my face, Bell's palsy
Baby momma went through my phone, she seen Chanel calling
Screaming on me, downstairs neighbors calling 12 on me
Used to serve 'em off of the porch, I got my scale on me
Now I'm only serving verses, send a Zelle for me
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