[Intro]
I ain't choose this life, I think it chose me
I was down so bad and it was lonely
Couldn't even make it to the nosebleed
Now I'm sitting courtside and everybody knows me
(Strikez in the mix, baby)
And it's a good feeling when the city knows your name
Oh, it's a good feeling knowing just how far we came
[Verse]
I was just a little youngen tryna trap
When my first re was seven grams
Gassing with my pinky and my digi scale was second hand
I'ma make sure everybody's good, that's what I said to nan
Pulled up on a shot and he was chilling there with seven man
He took my shit and left me feeling likе it wasn't meant for me
Respеctfully you're wrong, I stepped it up, I had a better plan
Started buying rammy's, we was ordering from everywhere
I didn't care if it was blunt, I'll kill him with whatever lands
Line him up, I'll use a bitch and watch how I manoeuvre this
I'm moving everybody out my way, you'd think I'm Ludacris
Speaking with my sister, I'm regretting how I used a chick
Use her for the same thing, I bet I'm moving super sick
She was with me telling mum to take my shanks up out the bin
Mumzy wasn't hearing nothing, she was saying take me in
That's your little son but there's people tryna blaze his skin
Every time he's walking on the street, the shanks are saving him
Zombie knife, it's poking through my grey Puma tracky
I done grew up with some good kids and watched them turn skatty
Bunch of little fuckers running 'round tryna catch a M
We don't beef kids, when they get older, we just capture them
He's a bitch, I see it in his eyes he don't want no part
I swear them man with no heart will grip but wouldn't slap the skeng
Promised all my nigga, when I get my 90's through the door, I'm taking them with me so they don't have to hit the trap again
Mr Muscle clean it up before I put it in the duffle
Party time I had that shit on deck, I never came to shuffle
Old wap was rusted off, you gotta aim it with the muzzle
If you like to trust a lot, then listen, you should quit the hustle
Learning from my boy, he made some M's, flying A to B
So they couldn't never play with me, I'm moving different with the bread
Quit the trap if you ain't making racks, that's what my nigga said
A new recruit had joined my last batch and now that nigga's dead
I ain't choose this life, I think it chose me
I was down so bad and it was lonely
Couldn't even make it to the nosebleed
Now I'm sitting courtside and everybody knows me
(Strikez in the mix, baby)
And it's a good feeling when the city knows your name
Oh, it's a good feeling knowing just how far we came
[Verse]
I was just a little youngen tryna trap
When my first re was seven grams
Gassing with my pinky and my digi scale was second hand
I'ma make sure everybody's good, that's what I said to nan
Pulled up on a shot and he was chilling there with seven man
He took my shit and left me feeling likе it wasn't meant for me
Respеctfully you're wrong, I stepped it up, I had a better plan
Started buying rammy's, we was ordering from everywhere
I didn't care if it was blunt, I'll kill him with whatever lands
Line him up, I'll use a bitch and watch how I manoeuvre this
I'm moving everybody out my way, you'd think I'm Ludacris
Speaking with my sister, I'm regretting how I used a chick
Use her for the same thing, I bet I'm moving super sick
She was with me telling mum to take my shanks up out the bin
Mumzy wasn't hearing nothing, she was saying take me in
That's your little son but there's people tryna blaze his skin
Every time he's walking on the street, the shanks are saving him
Zombie knife, it's poking through my grey Puma tracky
I done grew up with some good kids and watched them turn skatty
Bunch of little fuckers running 'round tryna catch a M
We don't beef kids, when they get older, we just capture them
He's a bitch, I see it in his eyes he don't want no part
I swear them man with no heart will grip but wouldn't slap the skeng
Promised all my nigga, when I get my 90's through the door, I'm taking them with me so they don't have to hit the trap again
Mr Muscle clean it up before I put it in the duffle
Party time I had that shit on deck, I never came to shuffle
Old wap was rusted off, you gotta aim it with the muzzle
If you like to trust a lot, then listen, you should quit the hustle
Learning from my boy, he made some M's, flying A to B
So they couldn't never play with me, I'm moving different with the bread
Quit the trap if you ain't making racks, that's what my nigga said
A new recruit had joined my last batch and now that nigga's dead
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