Alone (feat. G Herbo)

You can see my shit lightin' up Through the booth window Oh my God, what is this? An L beat? Ah, straight like that Yeah, uh I got a lot 'cause I'm loyal, for that And makin' work lock from the oil Black Soprano, signed then get a chain, Glock and a lawyer Notorious, when you talk and runnin' traps and enjoyin' it Shit, I graduated valedictorian They want me buried and broke But since fourteen, I been married to dope What we deserve, heaven and hell? Apparently both My hustle way more advanced the double AR dance Had a brick of Ye with a stamp to lunch with Ye on a ranch Got a thing for spottin' hustlers and catchin' 'em hungry He did a dub but still remembеr the texture of monеy I sold dope, been set up, got arrested with money Paid legal fees and made bail with the rest of the money I did a lot for my team, I ain't takin' no cred' But how you say you love a nigga and they breakin' no bread? We ran strips, now we break record labels instead Stay calm, that first million gon' play with your head Look, I was at my life with this shit It was so much sacrificin' and shit That I ain't used no invites in this shit I spearheaded my own movement, I control my own music Mama always taught me no expression when you goin' through it When she told me it was cancer I didn't know she was going through it It was too late, her soul was too great Guess God needed an angel and I needed an angle I wish that I could talk you up, I signed then I chalk it up The boogie had me dancin' with the devil and I felt it I always got this feelin' from the money when I dealt it If we talkin' smoke, I want it all like I'm selfish Don't know if I'ma fry or I'ma grill it like it's shellfish Had the stakeouts with Orlando in a lobster on Atlantic You won't get this opportunity like runnin' out of chances My third or fourth tour, I'm rakin' up more Why you worried 'bout mine? Should be worried 'bout yours, motherfucker, uh I was stuck in it for real (for real) .40 by my rib, I'm out there bustin' off them pills (I ain't lyin') Try and tell my lil' bro, "Chill" 'cause he gon' kill somethin' Just lost one of my niggas, tryna grieve but I can't feel nothin' We right back in that field for him (fuck it) Back on action like we missin' it (know that) My auntie's told my mama, try to stop me, I wasn't listenin' (what?) Opp mama's on that concrete He keep bleedin', now she kissin' him (uh) Couldn't catch us with them glocks So they just locked us for solicitin' But (shh) 'cause they listenin' (they listen) Triple Cuban link, I'm glistenin' (uh) Better not reach 'cause that's too risky Might give hell to your decision, nigga It's a given shit that's seldom if I'm held in that position Plus, I held it with precision (sights) Don't get shot from our suspicion (tonight) I'm just tryna get some millions, that was not in my intentions I'm still fresh up out the trenches Dream five up in my dick is- (bah) And this rap shit helped duck a jail sentence, DJ L a witness Can't be sittin' up in no cell, silly, I got bail with me Can't afford to take no L's, silly, I got Ls with me Ridin' foreign, ain't no Ls with me, they on my steel with me Where I'm from, you gon' get little pitty, that shit real gritty I got niggas gon' do work for me, from them real cities Count up money when I'm lazy, my girl chill with me Yeah, my bitch she know I'm crazy but she still with me (still) More I saw, the less it phased me But what else could you expect if I'm an Essex baby? Smokin' weed 'cause I be goin' post-traumatic crazy No, this trap house ain't my mama but she gotta raise me And his granny wasn't Christian but she tried to save him No, he ain't give her no diploma, she just got a daisy Damn, that's crazy You was in jail when- You was in jail when I was at home You was in jail when I was at home You was in jail when I was at home You was in jail when I was at home Show your actions, show your actions You was in jail when I was at home You was in jail when I was at home Show your actions Show your actions You was in jail when I was at home Show your actions