[Verse 1]
I got niggas that's never comin' home (Never)
Bitches say they love my music, don't know none of my songs (None)
I guess poverty changed me, I was a decent kid (I was cool)
On my most recent bid, I had a dream I could speak to Big (Biggie)
Harlem, ain't nowhere like it (nowhere)
I fell in love with new weapons 'cause all my homies liked it
Chick from parole was light-skinned
She got my bro indicted (my nigga), now he up north, I write him (I write him)
Trust me I know the prices (I know), looked at my homie lifeless (He dead)
I need some shit I can feel, nobody touch me
I say I'm meant to be here, the doctors say that I'm lucky (that's what they say)
My cousin was a custy, he used to stick up to get high
He robbed a corner bodega on camera, had to sit five
Came home talkin' that jail shit, he got his weight up
Like niggas is frail but still he just couldn't sell shit
Youngins got the block sewed up like rugby patches (Uh)
They hate you when you go get it yourself, they love you askin' (They love it)
Know you starvin', they throw you rations, wonder why his stomach grumblin'
Shawty come from nothing, ain't never have shit (nothin')
His father in the mountains, his mother just want a pill tonight
The only motivation he ever had was to steal a bike
Something in his system was different, just wasn't feeling right (At all)
4AM phone call, his cousin got killed tonight (Fuck)
He tryna double back on the last time that he heard his voice
Can't be indecisive, these streets will help you to learn your choice (They'll help you)
Back to Bentleys, back to the trenches nigga (Back 'em up)
My digits bigger, I smoke with Nas and I build with Jigga (True story)
A true artist, you could never paint a realer picture (Never)
Convinced your sister to twist her, just had to spill some liquor (Lil' Henny)
A new rapper, ask 'bout new rappers, I don't feel them niggas
I chill with women, they chill with niggas, they different niggas (They do)
In the field so long these Timberlands, made a killin' in them (Killin')
I benefitted from plenty hitters, they still my niggas (my niggas)
When Master P was yellin' ice cream man
My uncle got caught with 19 grams, if you don't like me, damn
How you gon' hate me, I ain't had shit in the 'frigerator (Nothin')
Now it's royal silk from molded bread and spoiled milk
I got niggas that's never comin' home (Never)
Bitches say they love my music, don't know none of my songs (None)
I guess poverty changed me, I was a decent kid (I was cool)
On my most recent bid, I had a dream I could speak to Big (Biggie)
Harlem, ain't nowhere like it (nowhere)
I fell in love with new weapons 'cause all my homies liked it
Chick from parole was light-skinned
She got my bro indicted (my nigga), now he up north, I write him (I write him)
Trust me I know the prices (I know), looked at my homie lifeless (He dead)
I need some shit I can feel, nobody touch me
I say I'm meant to be here, the doctors say that I'm lucky (that's what they say)
My cousin was a custy, he used to stick up to get high
He robbed a corner bodega on camera, had to sit five
Came home talkin' that jail shit, he got his weight up
Like niggas is frail but still he just couldn't sell shit
Youngins got the block sewed up like rugby patches (Uh)
They hate you when you go get it yourself, they love you askin' (They love it)
Know you starvin', they throw you rations, wonder why his stomach grumblin'
Shawty come from nothing, ain't never have shit (nothin')
His father in the mountains, his mother just want a pill tonight
The only motivation he ever had was to steal a bike
Something in his system was different, just wasn't feeling right (At all)
4AM phone call, his cousin got killed tonight (Fuck)
He tryna double back on the last time that he heard his voice
Can't be indecisive, these streets will help you to learn your choice (They'll help you)
Back to Bentleys, back to the trenches nigga (Back 'em up)
My digits bigger, I smoke with Nas and I build with Jigga (True story)
A true artist, you could never paint a realer picture (Never)
Convinced your sister to twist her, just had to spill some liquor (Lil' Henny)
A new rapper, ask 'bout new rappers, I don't feel them niggas
I chill with women, they chill with niggas, they different niggas (They do)
In the field so long these Timberlands, made a killin' in them (Killin')
I benefitted from plenty hitters, they still my niggas (my niggas)
When Master P was yellin' ice cream man
My uncle got caught with 19 grams, if you don't like me, damn
How you gon' hate me, I ain't had shit in the 'frigerator (Nothin')
Now it's royal silk from molded bread and spoiled milk
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