Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Smith
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Oh yeah, Wiz)
Got my mind made up
When I ain't have a bag, I went out and got one
Catch me on whatever, **** ain't gonna stop nothin'
My **** trick had a shot, that's where I got my shot from
She want me to start showing love, I ain't got none
Used to be in the cell block causing hell, now look
YBN, I made a way for all my **** locked up
So true to my gang, hit the stand and lie for 'em
You ever seen a **** try to give his all and die for it?
Bro gone, gotta treat his daughter like she my daughter
Thought shit was gon' be easy for me, shit done got harder
Young **** done got myself in some deep water, can't complain, though
Hell nah, I ain't mad, **** changed on me
**** see me, don't speak, I'm already know they talking shit when I leave
That was my ****, now he rest in the peace
Fear no man, bitch, I see no evil
Gotta know shit never was easy
How I know? 'Cause **** never'd teach me
Streets cold, gotta watch who I be with
Big-ass gun, I sleep with it
I thought I made it out, I was dreaming, I couldn't believe
Written by: Christopher Smith
