I should be looking for some beats tryna write Bro told me take the china white, told him I just need pounds

Bags and boxes from early like B Brown Told you that she'd be down, now I got her taking trips

And I don't pay her, I just give a dick I don't take me own advice, I'm a hypocrite

Been in the thick of it, I'm sick of it I got friends that get to feeling shit

Friends that are business men Me, I'm tryna make it out with my pad and pen

They say there's only two ways that this street life end And I've been jailed, I'ma always find a way to prevail

Gotta learn to pay attention through the detail Still remember through the door getting emails

Still remember by the beach serving up on seashells Yeah you listen but don't take me in

They show me fake love and think I don't know That's the craziest thing

I'm by the phone all day tryna make it ring You ain't seen a knife start shaving skin

In-house problems, told switch pass the G-lock I'm too emotional, I'll shoot you out your Reeboks

These days I don't really check the stats I've been on my phone locating the packs

Always check the rear view, seeing what's behind me Keep forgetting that I rap, bro I had to remind me

I got one kid, but trust me I'm a lot of **** fathers The way that I'm rapping should be studied at Harvard

Never charted, but I'm chartered Clean hearted, I still clart it Pretty girls love the number seven

She told me make a wish cause she's seen two elevens Baby I don't need a wish, can you pray for me

If they lock me up would you wait for me patiently