Never Been Told

Yeah, never been told, never been told I started hangin' with my older cousin Now my family callin' me a thug But he the one that show me love So he the one that get my trust Yeah, he the one that slangin' drugs Even I don't really give a fuck I think he just misunderstood That nigga really from the mud I'm tryna take him from the hood See, I'm tryna take him from the hood I'm tryna give my niggas dots You in my way and I'm surprised I drop up them pot Drop buyers been lie Drop top feels right Since a boy I been stylin' Every time I get to ballin' My mama always get to bawling She says she think I got a problem She think that I'ma workaholic Or what ever you wanna call it I just be livin' in the moment It costs a lot for Decarnes But I can't cop 'em in my coffin I swear I do it way too often I run it up and run amuck You can't defeat the one on one Especially not one on one Mic strike like lightning Bright night white lighting Niggas really like biting Niggas really Mike Tyson Aye, Ezzy I feel you Aye, we gon' spark one up for the city Aye, started blazin' rolling papers Gettin' faded way before I was shavin' That must have been 7th grade then Way back in aunties basement Way back when I was anxious Way back catching cases Legal fees got me workin' hard tryna pay back daddy's savings Why they tell me be patient Why they tell me be gracious Why don't they acknowledge I did all this by myself I ain't need favors God damn I be gettin' high Doesn't mean I'm getting lazy Teachers teaching 'bout Reagan I'm tryna be Jay-Z Only presidents in my residence all got green faces I don't put em in the banks neither Bet it all on races Spades game throwing Aces Crib lookin' like Vegas Cleveland in my blood bitch That shit ain't changin' Ipad, new playlist I'm that new favorite Eyes red like Satans Roll white like angels I'm suited up like Frank was Sam Cooke, Sam Davis Now I'm tryna be the greatest That's a motherfuckin' statement Limitations only for the fakers I can do whatever like a matrix 18 with a baby on the way 2 years later, major labels Dappin' Kobe like he know me Feet on the wood sittin' at the Staples Face on the big screen Rooting for my home team All that sleepin' on me And you still ain't chasin' no dreams And you crazy everybody tryna milk me still ain't gettin' no cream I only do my own thing I only want the whole thing My flow is like a morphine I only want the morphines I'm headed from the bottom to the top and I ain't stoppin' No, that is not a option Niggas livin' like it's Gotham These niggas robbin' gotta watch 'em Sick and tired of living out of fear So they gon' hate me when I'm outta here They wonder how I do it all without a deal man That's just how it is for real Like, I don't know I just got the skill for real.