Martin Luther

Look, look

We've been in the fields for ages

Baking dirt in between my studs

And I know that this music taking me places

But Jason, just made a call with sum' grub

Back den' we we're jumping pricks in school

But it's better, extreme now you can get bun

And I don't know why they're talking tough

Me and Herbo really made grown men duss

Like twelve of them opps, got caught on a lack

Ever since that day, that my bro got touched

AV a thug, he puts holes in guts

Give him bells and a Glock and smoking stuff

I'm the chosen one, had to focus up

Got her moaning, anytime I'm choking her

The same hoes, that said no to us

Be the same hoes coming round loafing us

I just splashed ten racks 'cause I'll make it back

My **** daej made a killing for fraud

Big bro did ten plus years in the trap

If were talking lines, go and mention the gang

All I hear is ****, side of the borough, but I ain't hear nothin' when **** got splashed

They get shy when I'm speaking facts

Do this life for the views it's sad

Bae, I'm from the slums, what do you see in me

Had me feeling like Martin Luther

I had a dream she'd be leading me

I was age fifteen, when I stopped going school

If it don't make p's, why you teaching me

I make music for all of them drillers and trappers

Them real street ****'s agree with me (Them real street ****'s agree with me)

Bae, I'm from the slums, what do you see in me

Had me feeling like Martin Luther

I had a dream she'd be leading me

I was age fiftteen, when I stopped going school

If it don't make p's, why you teaching me

I make music for all of them drillers and trappers

Them real street ****'s agree with me (Them real street ****'s agree with me)

Ayy, you can't teach me nothin', I've been outside from way down

Now my loafers Gucci, and my suit come tailored

Caught and buss my cases, M4 come for the came with the face lift

If I ever go broke I'm cool, just hand me crack and a razor

013, stopped going to school, 014 start throwing up sets

015, first full blown riding, mind out, boy you don't wanna get left

It was 016 when I really done a Z, till last year I was still hitting shots on the baitest road while I walked my pets

How you think I got these Louie V crepes

They must think this is all just music

Any dough man see, I pattern my fam', buy booters for the booters

Buy drugs for the users, a man there get the drills done on computers

Long time I ain't Uber'd, I remember selling out packs from the Uber's now I might cop me a Supra

Bae, I'm from the slums, what do you see in me

Had me feeling like Martin Luther

I had a dream she'd be leading me

I was age 15, when I stopped going school

If it don't make p's, why you teaching me

I make music for all of them drillers and trappers

Them real street ****'s agree with me (Them real street ****'s agree with me)