I just watched him get down six I won't see him until he's twenty-seven

 Tryna make it out this shit Livin' through hell, I pray I see a heaven

 I pray that God exists Cuz I called out, he ain't answer my question

 Down here my granny sick and my mama been stressin'

 Down here, he told the Smith and Wesson Down here, since the gym, yeah, he been towin'

 weapons Down here, we'll drown here, the streets a

 cemetery Down here, we ain't grow up scary

 Remember all them long nights I was in that trap house

 Lookin' down at my phone, tryna knock this pack out

 Good dreams, took a meal in that stash house If you took a walk in my shoes, shit, you might

 pass out Do this for my offspring

 Yeah, I'm a boss, yeah, that shit cost me Keep it to him, can't let him off me

 Cuz you know this shit get wicked You down here in these trenches, yeah

 Down here, he told the Smith and Wesson Down here, since the gym, yeah, he been towin'

 weapons Down here, we'll drown here, the streets a

 cemetery Down here, we ain't grow up scary

 Growin' up in them trenches every single night of the day

 Livin' life like Madden, we just tryna make a play

 When I left the house, my mama prayed I'd make it back

 I get on my knees and pray I'll make it to the next

 I been gettin' racks now, I been gettin' racks

 I done been way up and I done been down, feel like Six Flags

 Now I'm back up and I can't get down, no, I can't

 Lookin' head in the face, I can talk my shit now

 Yeah, yeah, yeah, I used to be

 Down here, he told the Smith and Wesson Down here, since the gym, yeah, he been towin'

 weapons Down here, we'll drown here, the streets a

 cemetery Down here, we ain't grow up scary