[Intro]
(EY3ZLOW on the beat)
[Verse]
I come from the gutter where half of the kids, they don’t got a mother or father
As I talk through the mic' and I tell you my life, not forgettin' to say that I’m sorry
I ain’t really got nothin' and I cannot pretend
One million plus, man, that really ain’t shit
Five hundred up, that’s the day that I quit
Youngin' came up and he flooded his wrist
Feel I’m too tough for to break for a bitch
Soon as you ain’t watchin', get ripped out 'yo pockets
You think she loyal ‘till she fuck with on partner
Or fuck with a nigga who really do got it
Oh, that’s yo' brother 'till he up with the choppa
Take everything, now you back at the bottom
I been movin' so wrong, they said it’s a quеst
But you out of luck, you don’t know that I’m watchin'
Play my music and I know that they listen
They rеally don’t feel it, but actin' like it
You a [?] and they won’t give a fuck, 'till everybody get extradited
Everybody gon' cry at my candlelight
Everybody who fake should be brought excitement
I’ma come from the heart, I ain’t gotta write it
Mother fuck if it’s war, you ain’t gotta like it
(EY3ZLOW on the beat)
[Verse]
I come from the gutter where half of the kids, they don’t got a mother or father
As I talk through the mic' and I tell you my life, not forgettin' to say that I’m sorry
I ain’t really got nothin' and I cannot pretend
One million plus, man, that really ain’t shit
Five hundred up, that’s the day that I quit
Youngin' came up and he flooded his wrist
Feel I’m too tough for to break for a bitch
Soon as you ain’t watchin', get ripped out 'yo pockets
You think she loyal ‘till she fuck with on partner
Or fuck with a nigga who really do got it
Oh, that’s yo' brother 'till he up with the choppa
Take everything, now you back at the bottom
I been movin' so wrong, they said it’s a quеst
But you out of luck, you don’t know that I’m watchin'
Play my music and I know that they listen
They rеally don’t feel it, but actin' like it
You a [?] and they won’t give a fuck, 'till everybody get extradited
Everybody gon' cry at my candlelight
Everybody who fake should be brought excitement
I’ma come from the heart, I ain’t gotta write it
Mother fuck if it’s war, you ain’t gotta like it
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