Since I came home, everybody treating me like I'm famous
Used to stand up on the block all day and look out for my pagans
Shit changes, never pictured me rapping from the cages
Done the Bryson Tiller remix, now these bitches exchanging
I don't need no love, but Folkz, I need you though
3AM, I'm drunk, thinking 'bout you in the studio
Can I send your friend to Thai? I ain't being rude though
Fans asking me for pictures, I ain't in the mood though
Every door around me getting flung off for attempted murders
Bro ain't from my block, but on the block, I still lend 'em burners
Drey died, I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm getting nervous
Saw your casket leave the ends, sorry, never went the service
I know that I'm never perfect, fuck it, I ain't even trying
I know that I rock with Colin, I still see the opps and fry it
When it's time to slide, fam, I seen you, you was getting quiet
Dange told me, "Step", on my life, I didn't what or why it
You be asking how, why, who, when, where though
Why you telling gyal about the works? You're a weirdo
Don't go to jail cah the system's unfair, bro
I seen man die in there and they ain't even care, yo
Delegations overseas, we live in different time zones
KayMuni, I can peb a brizzy with my eyes closed
Bitches used to diss me, now I got like twenty-five hoes
Never pictured this when me and Jack was doing YO's
Ayy Scrapz, when you hear this, know we straight
We be working in the streets and I be working on my tape
Yo, they ask me how the freedom's been, blud, it's been great
I can see it in her face that she pissed she didn't wait
Biggest rapper in my city and I'm rolling round in Nike Tech's
Wake up in the morning, send a hunna twenty-five texts
I'm happy that I'm free, but please, can you free the guys next?
Went from a Remy, to a Trey, to a 9X
My problem is that when we speak, you treat me like I'm Central Cee
And you know firsthand that we're still out here slanging tens of each
Brought back them bellies to the block, I know they 'member me
We was out here hustling, December to December, G
I'm sending P's to man that can't afford to buy a phone in there
I feel his pain, I used to be the same, I felt alone in there
The screws will probably tell you all the drugs that I done sold in there
Ask me, these new shoes will probably fold a polar bear
You know me, I grind on the curb like them skateboarders
I ain't selling pebs no more, I just break borders
If you don't see him with us no more, he couldn't take orders
Ain't no one boss round here, we all take portions
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