Hate to see my doggy in them shackles 'cause we here

Started in them projects, now my neck on chandelier

Now the crib on Uncle Phil, you don't know how this shit feel

Tell the trenches that I'm back, it's gon' be a long year (Yeah)

Hate to see my doggy in them shackles 'cause we here

Started in them projects, now my neck on chandelier (Chandelier)

Now the crib on Uncle Phil (Uncle Phil), you don't know how this shit feel

Tell the trenches that I'm back (Yeah), it's gon' be a long year

I got the money, I got a mansion, I bought the jeans, I got the clothes

That's when it all fell down, that's when my doggy got parole

Heard some fake news on the block, somethin' 'bout Stunna sold his soul

Live every day like it's your last 'cause you don't know how this shit go

Lately, I been on the road

Hmm, went from EBT to BTC, we was

On them corners trappin' two for threes, ****

I got what you need, huh (I got what you need)

Started with a dollar and a dream

I know some ooters in the towns, they shoot like Steve

They don't even take they ski off

I'm with a baddie, she with her friend, we havin' threesomes (We havin' three)

Ain't tuckin' all my diamond links, they ain't never seen those

I remember doin' open mics, now it's arenas (Yeah)

I pop out Marni, Marni, Marni, I'm lookin' cleaner

I done dropped out, how I end up Grade A? shout out G-Mon (Shout out G)

My mama told me since a jit, "Boy, you gon' be somethin'," yeah

And that's on God, **** (That's on God)

I made it out, I fed the streets, I beat the odds, **** (I beat the odds)

You can't eat up off this plate if you ain't starve with us (If you ain't starve)

Should've kept it real from the jump, should've stood on all business (Should've stood on all)

I wanna kill ****, I wanna rob **** (I wanna rob)

But I can't crash out, gotta ball on 'em, yeah

Hate to see my doggy in them shackles 'cause we here

Started in them projects, now my neck on chandelier (Chandelier)

Now the crib on Uncle Phil (Uncle Phil), you don't know how this shit feel

Tell the trenches that I'm back (Yeah), it's gon' be a long year

I got the money, I got a mansion, I bought the jeans, I got the clothes (I got the clothes)

That's when it all fell down, that's when my doggy got parole (Got parole)

Heard some fake news on the block, somethin' 'bout Stunna sold his soul

Live every day like it's your last 'cause you don't know how this shit go

Lately, I been on the road

Went from EBT to BTC, we was

On them corners trappin' two for threes, ****

I got what you need, huh

Started with a dollar and a dream

I know some ooters from the towns, they shoot like Steve

They don't even take they ski off

I'm with a baddie, she with her friend, we havin' threesomes (We havin' three)

Ain't tuckin' all my diamond links, they ain't never seen those

I remember doin' open mics, now it's arenas (Yeah)

I pop out Marni, Marni, Marni, I'm lookin' cleaner

Yeah