Listen
I'm like, "Fuck it," I been crossin' out my teeth and dyin' my eyes
When the boy be all on TV with this shit, don't be surprised
And I feel this shit be selfish, I focus on myself
And my pants be the right size, but I still rock with this belt
And I look up to the sky, when I feel like I need help
I don't know when it's my time, but God, please make it clear
I ain't heartless and ain't no hater, I get arraigned from self
And they know I ain't no book, they can't put me on no shelf
This rap shit come with hate, that's some shit that I accept
If you do good, you do bad, they still gon' judge you
Money make the ones you love go say, "Fuck you"
Or is this shit the fame? 'Cause that's before I had the money
And my stomach still hungry, my past still hunt me
And I never stop workin', that's until they put me under
I remember I went to jail, had nobody but my mama
So if my niggas go to jail, I make sure they got me
'Cause I know how this shit be, when you deep inside these skreets
And you can't even call home, 'cause ain't no money on your phone
Ain't no money on your books, I was gettin' overlooked
Yeah, I was tryna make it, everything was gettin' took
Everything was gettin' crust, I gotta get it, this a must
They say, "It's only us," so I feel it's only me
I took almost every risk, to get where I need to be
I legitimized my businesses, can't take this shit from me
And I'm cool with all the criticism, make these folk believe
Hear me, I get this money, I ain't trippin', know I make plenty
I enhanced all of my guns, so it ain't a semi
And they don't love me how I love them, they prolly won't get it
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