Remember I was starving

From rags to riches can I beg my pardon

Pain in my voice they label me a target

They think I'm done well I'm just getting started

My opps riding foreign we gone send it to the auction

Young **** cant believe he caught a body

Dumb **** left his house without revolver

Some **** think they untouchable Stop it

I left the jewelry at the crib but its racks in my pocket

Bitch I'm the type to double up I re up with the prophet

Thought I couldn't fall in love again cause my ex left me heartless

And my lil cousin took that bid and he ain't do no talking

You either die or go to jail you better switch the option

**** shooting at me I shot back I tried to pop em

I lost control of the steering wheel I was tryna drop em

They was sitting in the alley them **** was plotting

And if they listening tell them double back bitch ima marksman

Yeah money get made and these **** gone change

Ducking the fed's dodging minimum wage

I wash my hands with these **** they lame

Long live G mista nobody felt his pain

And free lil lizzem he locked up in them chains

Say they gone kill me tell em do his thang

Burner woo with me he got perfect aim

Family over all put put your life on pause

And I ain't fucking with these broad's

They quick to drop they drawers

Two things I ain't tryna be is dead or locked behind them walls

Forgot to lock my door my momma caught me with a 50 ball

I'm rich I fucked around and caught a glitch

Never leave the house without my blick bitch I'm young and turnt

I might just cash out on a whip fuck the club I'm in the yo I'm tryna hit

The streets keep selling dreams my **** died and he was seventeen

To ease the pain his dawg sipping lean

I seen a hundred k I thought it was a dream

Love where I'm from but I'm still tryna leave

My bitch get scared when I be in them streets

Only form of expression is rap on a beat cant ignore life lessons so I let it preach

I let it preach yeah can't ignore life lessons so I let It preach