[Intro: D-Lo]
Can I talk to 'em one time?
(Asiah, this for you, baby)
I just wanna talk to 'em, man
Rude boy
D-Lo, look, ayy

[Verse 1: D-Lo]
I ain't never had a job
Nigga sixteen, dropped out of school just to rob
Niggas they don't know my struggle though, they don't know
That I was broke half the time at my shows, tryna bubble though (Tryna bubble though)
I was gettin' like five bands a show
Man, them five bands were gone before I made it to the O, no
Now I'm thinkin', "When my next show is?" (Where my next-)
Like fuck it, I gotta pimp this ho bitch
Shout out to Ghazi, man, he saved a nigga life
'Cause I was down doin' bad and he threw your boy a bag, ayy
Yeah, I done been homeless before
Fuck a flat air mattress, I done slept on the floor, no
Only niggas that I'm down with is my brothers
And them niggas really smother shit, yeah I love you, bitch
When John died, I gave my last to his funeral (When John)
The way my brother died, I swear to God that shit ain't usual
Ayy, I went to jail, spent like twenty bands (Spent like twenty bands)
Went to jail again, spent another ten (Spent another ten)
I pray to G-O-D he got a plan for me (Plan for me)
I want all my niggas rich 'cause they'll blam for me
My brother shedded blood for this rude boy shit (For this rude boy shit)
A couple niggas ain't breathin' 'cause this rude boy shit ('Cause this rude boy shit)
Ayy, my brother shedded blood for this rude boy shit (For this rude boy shit)
A couple niggas ain't breathin' 'cause this rude boy shit ('Cause this rude boy shit)
Ayy
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