Ride or Die 7 GRANDY

[Verse 1]
Now, I wasn't raised so good
My daddy sellin' out crack to the neighborhood
Said you want smoke, then he would
Made momma cry then she gon' leave him for good
Then my dad got locked up, and it got me so fucked up
That's probably why I'm up in these streets and I'm smokin' this kush up
Now I'm shittin' on fakes with all of my raps
I'll go to the top and never come back
I'll run to the bag and count up the racks
Look at me now, I'm countin' the stacks
Big shoutout to Vondo
That song would be trash without you, though
I used to get drunk now I pour a four
Now that drugs in my life, I don't need a hoe (Yeah, yeah)
I gotta lung disease but I smoke (But I smoke)
One puff and I choke (I might choke)
I don't need a Gucci coat (Nah)
I'm livin' life to the most (Yeah)
In a couple of years I'm gonna be whippin' in foregins (Skrrt)
But until then, my trap phone, it just be callin' (Trap)

[Pre-Chorus]
I don't know, momma told me never trust a soul
So I'ma go, aimin' for the top, that's all I know
Just take it slow and then you get the diamonds and the gold
Now I can't really trust no hoe
Fuck it, I focus on my goals