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You know I was just lookin′ at some shit today, man

I posted on my InstagramI was like 18 on the block freestylin'

And I would′ve never thought that

This shit'd ever get me here to this point

But I don't really know how ′cause a nigga did everything

And put the work in to get where I′m at now

Where I'm ′posed to be, you know

So this shit was written, for real, man

Now we really rich

Before rich, we was with the shits (straight up)

With full clips, we could never miss

I spent years in a whip with Chris

I drop tears when I reminisce, but I ain't Doughboy

I rap gangster like I′m O'Shea

40K a show, shit been kinda slow, yet I′m still okay

Crib more lavish, why I never send my lawyer away

Live like I got platinum plaques and I ain't with my gold today

Farm a Glizzy in his name, but I still got his throwaway

'Member I was frustrated, rain, rain, go away

Now I want a hundred ′cause a million ain′t no dough today

Wake up in L.A., I'm like, "Now, how my day gon′ go today?"

Think about your son, he made my angry days go away

Profit to his savings, I just gave a whole show away (uh-huh)

Soon as you don't have nowhere to go, God gon′ show a way

Just show some faith, take it like a soldier, even soldiers pray

It's no coincidence, I′m from the land of the dead

Blood on the pavement, hands on ya head

Some of us won't make it out, that's what my mommy said

Nobody saw shots, the block watched his body bled, uh

Mama still cryin′ on the scene, she can′t even leave

Whole hood immune to murder, we can't even grieve

Ain′t nobody else cryin' ′cause this the life of a heathen

But his little brother, now, he got a trick up his sleeve

He got a grip on that bitch, he better ran up on a nigga

Got a chip on his shoulder, he ready to stand over a nigga

If your bro die in them streets, is you gon' give him pity?

Or you gon′ make the hood red, you gon' paint the city?

I'm ready to slide all night, I hope you still with me?

We willin′ to get through situations when it get real sticky

I′m ready to make his mama cry, she gon' have to feel with me

I′m ready to catch his brother lackin', we gotta kill Ricky

I′m just a product of some shit

If you look at the map, we was at the bottom of that bitch

Kids growin' up like this, they don′t think there's a problem with that shit

All they know, where I'm from, nigga, if you starvin′, hit a lick

Or right robbery, get you rich

But we was hustlin′ on my strip

Ain't have no big homies, give us nothin′, ain't have shit

Inherited wars, ain′t know how to survive, but we did it

I can tell you stories from the start to the finish

Super savage, we was livin', nigga

Gang shit, you know gang shit, we damn near started that, man

Seven, nine S′s, block to block

Know we was young niggas that was savage early

Did the impossible shit niggas thought we couldn't do, wouldn't do

We did it, ten times over, man

But you know that