[Intro]
(D-Diego)
(B-Bankroll Gotit)
[Chorus]
Uh, he had it hard, now he just tellin’ his story
Speak from the heart and I just tell ‘em “Record me”
Fi was my nigga ever since we was shorties
Living lawless, we don’t respect no authority
My paper straight, can’t put these hoes for my priorities
I’m trapped inside 'cause I don’t know who really for me
No, I ain’t trippin’, I just play this shit accordingly
Trapped in the field and he got blood on his cleats, uh
[Verse]
Double G’s to the death, who I’m rockin’ with
And my steppers be standin’ on top of shit
I’m the last nigga you wanna plot against
Put that bеam on his head and demolish it
Everyday, usеd to post on the block and shit
Swear this life in the street get monogamous
Clutch time, better hope that them shots’ll miss
Like three-two-one on the clock and shit
Deep scars ‘cause I been through a lot of shit
I need to see a psychologist, deep thoughts in that cell
Could of got a degree on some college shit
My homie a slave to the system, they never abolished it
I know, regardless, we fucking care less about politics
I gotta speak up on everything I got a problem with
Man I thought we was stuck in the hood
Now a nigga fly all ‘cross the continent
I’m the greatest, gon’ make ‘em acknowledge it
Man of my word, I keep all of my promises
You was in love, and my feelings was opposite
Still want your love on some toxic shit, uh
Hope I’m the one you can always be honest with, uh
(D-Diego)
(B-Bankroll Gotit)
[Chorus]
Uh, he had it hard, now he just tellin’ his story
Speak from the heart and I just tell ‘em “Record me”
Fi was my nigga ever since we was shorties
Living lawless, we don’t respect no authority
My paper straight, can’t put these hoes for my priorities
I’m trapped inside 'cause I don’t know who really for me
No, I ain’t trippin’, I just play this shit accordingly
Trapped in the field and he got blood on his cleats, uh
[Verse]
Double G’s to the death, who I’m rockin’ with
And my steppers be standin’ on top of shit
I’m the last nigga you wanna plot against
Put that bеam on his head and demolish it
Everyday, usеd to post on the block and shit
Swear this life in the street get monogamous
Clutch time, better hope that them shots’ll miss
Like three-two-one on the clock and shit
Deep scars ‘cause I been through a lot of shit
I need to see a psychologist, deep thoughts in that cell
Could of got a degree on some college shit
My homie a slave to the system, they never abolished it
I know, regardless, we fucking care less about politics
I gotta speak up on everything I got a problem with
Man I thought we was stuck in the hood
Now a nigga fly all ‘cross the continent
I’m the greatest, gon’ make ‘em acknowledge it
Man of my word, I keep all of my promises
You was in love, and my feelings was opposite
Still want your love on some toxic shit, uh
Hope I’m the one you can always be honest with, uh
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