I had to make up my mind
I took that weight off my shoulder
I done been for so long
Sleeping from sofa to sofa
Now I'ma step on these lil' biddy bitches
In some brand new Gucci loafers
I got tired of eating Big Momma's chicken
Now it's Beni's when I want it
Ran up the rent, I can't pay it, I'm sick
The office acting like some hoes
Tryna kick me out, they want me gone
Putting eviction on the door
I got niggas in they feelings
Boy, you should of been a hoe
Murder one, it won't get solved
Gon' make me wipe a nigga nose
OZ of some blow, I'm tryna whip it 'til it go
I got the game from my old head
But he ain't tell me bout the snow
He only told me bout the rain
He ain't tell me niggas cold
My partner tried to cross me out (What?)
For a ratchet ass hoe (That's a shame my nigga)
Mhmm
Yeah, I was down on my dick
I was so broke I couldn't fix it
Mhmm
Nothing at home wasn't shit
And niggas acting like bitches
It's been a long time coming
Long time coming
But I know to keep my gun
Where I come from (Where I come from)
Where I come from (Where I come from)
It's been a long time coming
Long time coming
But I know to keep my gun
Where I come from (Where I come from)
Where I come from (Where I come from)
I've stood in the field with that 30, lil nigga
My finger itching for the fetty
Remember when niggas ain't like me
Now they treat me like a legend
They say I'm preaching like the reverend
A nigga sneak me, it get deadly
I bring Demons to his section
The Desert Eagle leave him headless
I talk that shit that niggas wanna hear
I live the life, you niggas in the field
I bought a chopper, keep it at the crib
Catch a nigga lackin, off him, he get killed
Copped the white Mercedes, Forgiato rims
Bitches tryna rape, wanna have my kids
Your baby daddy hate me, say that he gon' see me
He jumped in that water, don't know how to swim
I'm still the same nigga, used to be on that block
And it's been a little minute, they ain't seen him in the spot
Got the lil' biddy bitches tryna fuck on me now
No more hanging out the window when I pull in the drop
No more noodles in the house, it's fettuccine in the trap
It was barbecue wings, now we eating the top
My partner he was hating for no reason
He was sleeping on my couch
Fake love, I don't need it
You can keep it, that's a fact
Mhmm
Yeah, I was down on my dick
I was so broke I couldn't fix it
Mhmm
Nothing at home wasn't shit
And niggas acting like bitches
It's been a long time coming
Long time coming
But I know to keep my gun
Where I come from (Where I come from)
Where I come from (Where I come from)
It's been a long time coming
Long time coming
But I know to keep my gun
Where I come from (Where I come from)
Where I come from (Where I come from)
Never leave the house without my strap, I'ma keep that
Niggas talking fly behind my back, we gon' sweep, yeah hey
You gotta feel my pain, yeah
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