Selling weed getting old but erytime I quit I relapse again
Stop hustling for a week and you'll be back again
Kicking it with stars then waking up black again
Waiting on that phone call to say I'm finally out this shit
Get that crib for mama and show the luv back
I ain't forgot him when I get it pay the plug back
I Ain't love with the bitch but I love rap
I wasn't a gangsta but every time they bust I bust back
Niggas asking why I fuck with bro shit he cool with me
They shot my sister, he the only one that shoot with me
We bounced out I couldn't visit her till I did something
I still have nightmares from the fears of it
Never know if niggas trippin still on some get back
And the cops don't care we do it where we live at
U adapt to where at I never thought it'd happen to me
Success around my city and niggas Cappin on me?
One foot in and one foot out just like bro said
If the feds on my line they know I'm close at it
The Industry on my line and still ain't talking bout money
Brodie callin me to me too and that nigga talking bout numbers
What u want me do
It's fuck job we gon do what it do
And we gon live above our means my daughter thinkin Im future
Gucci on her birthdays them city warrants is crucial
I ain't paying shit I'll bond when they book me
U know how long that it took me to finally get me some jewelry worth getting insurance
I use when I loose it
Lying faking a robbery stacking to buy some property
My family from poverty
I'm the closest to promising
Even tho I aint promising shit
I'm might a die a legend many ain't even know exist
They gon finally give me flowers like they done nip
Like they did pac like they did big
This shit a trip