He wants to be a star To put out his all He wants to be acknowledged of the knowledge he speaks on Pick up some mileage over the world and be gone But he in the hood Shit aint good Naw for real im good They want me to sign their contracts but leave me in the hood Bitch i wish i would Then again i should Bitch i wish i would Bro pass me the wood Gats come to my shows niggas been talking bout sliding I knew my way to the top it was just all about timing Yea Will and Ralph in the hole remember we was just in a hottie Damn i hate missing jail calls and i hate it when y'all call me private Im so glad i got off of that molly I was going straight to hell like ozzy Will he make his bail? prolly Niggas in that cell rotting I've been loading shells plotting I was taking L's watching Niggas run off with the sauce now it look like they got on bell bottoms He wants to be acknowledged of the knowledge he speaks on Pick up some mileage over the world and be gone But he in the hood Fuck this shit i'm done with the block Im Back in some shit my brother got shot Still on edge ion know who it was How the fuck i got the streets on lock? Pillow talk to these freaks bout me cuz i'm hot Use your mind cuz you niggas cant keep selling rocks You ain't know? All this smoke come free to a opp Cut ties now these niggas want beef with the mob They say i'm top 5 Dead or alive Dead to the world without bro on my side Answers to life just got harder to find Went on a scavenger hunt it was time Giving you game ain't got much to provide Cut off my X she been wondering why I should've listened my mother was right I seen this shit coming y'all niggas just blind Fuck yo deal ill be just fine I hate seeing Ms.Tia cry I hate seeing my sister down blow your brains out for a peace of mind My unk had hit the bank out like eighty racks they gave him a weekly fine My other uncle tripped out and stole a car they gave him 35 He wants to be acknowledged of the knowledge he speaks on Pick up some mileage over the world and be gone But he in the hood Spin the block befo i enter my home Lets get it on bitch lets get in on You could shit on me right now, when you gone ima piss on your headstone I spent all my life in the field shit get bloody in the red zone You could feel my presence through the headphones I be with my dog nem like Fred Jones Running to the money broke a leg bone Rat lost his life guess he dead wrong All that bull shit for the birds nigga head home i don't see bread thrown Youngins still getting led on look at all the messages they read wrong With his soldier rag pistol clip full waiting for em He wants to be a star To put out his all He wants to be acknowledged of the knowledge he speaks on Pick up some mileage over the world and be gone But he in the hood