Gram And A Hoodie Wacotron

[Intro]
Ayy
(Ayy, Southside, where'd you get all that drip?)
Huh?
(808 Mafia)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, seventeen, I was labeled a runaway (Huh?)
I'ma fuck up this beat in a humble way (Fucked up)
It didn't get me nowhere, put the gun away
It's too hot on the block, put the sun away
My lil' brother just picked up another K
Way he tripping, he gon' catch another case (Tripping)
I was blessed to wake up to another day (I mean it)
This ain't fair, I ain't come with a funnel cake (Let's get it)
Took a P, had to carry my own weight (I did)
I got no monkey bars, I ain't come here to play
Ride for my niggas, hope thеy do the same (I'm riding)
Got no address, but thе block where I stay
Cheat on my bitch, but I'm true to the game
Big smoking Texas, leave it how I came
Tell what you know, you gon' get rearranged
Roll up while I'm driving, don't get in my lane
Now, let me put this in your mind (On your mind)
On the block, I do this every time (Every time)
Seven dollars won't get you a dime (You a dime)
Losing people, that shit had me crying
I've been through it, don't wanna rewind
No handout, I got this out the grind (Out the grind)
Go and tell on your people, you none of my kind
How he got your back and he ain't got a spine?