So many times these niggas put a knife inside my back
(Let the beat ride out, Ju)
Yeah, yeah
So many times these niggas put a knife inside my back, huh
Pop's was my only role model, he sold so crack, huh
Still taught me right from wrong
I'm always smilin' through the pain, I put it in my songs
Y'all know how many times I went broke, but I ain't sure
Never hated on nobody, I'm just waitin' on my moment
Know that you fucked with me, that's why I'm watchin' what I'm doin'
Life bigger than the hood, I swear to God, the world is yours
If you put your mind to it, huh
These niggas praisin' fake shit, act like they blind to it
I got CDs around my neck, look like you're cryin' to me
And when niggas be on weird shit, that just be signs to me
I gotta move around, huh
If you can't say it to my face, then don't say that shit at all
I can't fake it for a second, that shit make my skin crawl
Tryna see the bigger picture, tryna take the limbs off
Nigga, how's that your dog? You won't even spin for him, you won't even win for him
Tell my niggas if it's me, man, just go and live for me
You gotta live it up, gotta live it up, I've seen a lot of darkness in my life
I tell younger ones who sign up, this shit come with a price
You don't wanna leave your mama cryin' tears through the night
Even though I'm scared of heights, I'm still catchin' every flight
I'm a humble beast, I know niggas older than me lookin' up to me, huh, yeah, huh
They think I got it figured out, but I'm still learnin' just like everybody else
Pride too big to ask for help, I'd rather do this shit myself
Don't even be lookin' for results, don't give a damn 'bout how you felt
I ain't never once complained, it's just a hand that I was dealt with
She's takin' kids from they mom, that shit so selfish
Lil' girls growin' up so fast, they cannot help it
Youngin' thirteen with a strap, you cannot help him, huh
All he know is front and center just like Kelsey
So many times these niggas put a knife inside my back, huh
Pops was my only role model, he sold crack
I put my pain in every song, this more than a rap, huh
Every day I'm stayin' focused, keepin' shit on track
So many temptations, so many distractions
Lock myself inside the studio, I'm makin' classes
Niggas love to claim they so real, they be plastic
I still got some shoebox money in my mattress, yeah
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