Yesterday been gone, got to keep my right on top my left

Got to keep going hard, got to keep on pushing until it ain't nothing left

I don't want to tote arms no more, but a **** ain't trying to meet death

Did it on my own they ain't give me no help, guess y'all ain't care

Young **** can't fall the the waste side, chopper hit sound hard like a bass line

Knowing I'm gone take yours before you take mine

Riding in the back strapped down like a canine

Serve then I'm going across town like A.I.

Real **** just trying to make it better

These **** softer then a feather, so they flocking together

I done fell down a thousand times, got up each one

We only running out of time, got to get me some

Try to take down he dumb, got a loaf but they gave me crumbs

I'm one hundred that's the bottom line, if he play then he get beat drunk

He ain't never blow back, that's a forfeit

He don't want smoke, cause the pack Newport shit

Got a new pole, look like a new joystick

K.B. two 4Much, I score shit

Got to keep Quent on the side, he snore shit

That mean he put him to sleep

He hit the ground and he catching the feet

I got the crown I ain't taking defeat

Four on the track, I'm gone kill it

I kick shit so smooth, I know they gone feel it

Run up he get shot, penicillin

I drop shit no pool, I know they gone steal it

And I still got that fire when the jakes hot

You think it's a lick, I think not

Still the same ****, the same plot

You can pull up to the same spot

No I won't let them take it, it was so hard to get it

Without the squad I'm with it, you want to brawl I'm with it

When she come out her draws, I hit it

I make a beat with the headboard

You want a feature, you paying for it

I ain't a rapper, a damn poet

Yesterday been gone, got to keep my right on top my left

Got to keep going hard, got to keep on pushing until it ain't nothing left

I don't want to tote arms no more, but a **** ain't trying to meet death

Did it on my own they ain't give me no help, guess y'all ain't care

Young **** can't fall the the waste side, chopper hit sound hard like a bass line

Knowing I'm gone take yours before you take mine

Riding in the back strapped down like a canine

Serve then I'm going across town like A.I.

Real **** just trying to make it better

These **** softer then a feather, so they flocking together