I know she want me stay, but nah, I can't stay I'm with my drake, I'm out making plays

She want me come stay, but nah, I can't stay I'm with my drag, I'm out making plays

Fourteen years old, fell in love with that interstate And I can't go back, see them Jakes takin' them on the high speed chase

I put that lean down, I was sixteen and I was takin' lean down

When I think about trap, I get in my feelings, I lost my brother to that system

I put down them guns and I started flippin', I pick up my scale and I make a shipment

I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go This lean takin' me though, I don't know where to go

I'm a lost fuckin' soul, I keep on smokin' weed, this shit trapped in my soul

Late night on the interstate, it's three a.m., I'm losin' hope

I know it's cold outside, but in the summertime I need a coat

Cause my heart cold, I mix this shit with the lean though

Hop up in that bitch, I'm mobile through the city highs and lows

Still reminiscing bout that shit, I'm just gon' roll some more

I don't need no verse, my mama told me I'm a demon child

I was really out here everyday, the streets I was runnin' wild

****, I'm steppin' in blood, make sure I got my black and mild

We was young as hell, me and buzzo was in the bricks since a child

Buzzo told me keep my pole whenever I walk through the biddy

He was with me, I had my pole, I was 15 when them crackers hit me

I fell in love with the scale, man, I don't know how this trappin' hit me

Think this shit just my blood, cause my dukes be trappin' in the biddy

I don't wanna go

All these drugs really connected to my soul

I was 13, got kicked out, didn't have nowhere to go

went down the street, you already know

My bitch just bought herself a brand new chop, self defence blow

It's fuck the Jakes, it's fuck the states, we cannot go

It's fuck the states, it's fuck the districts, they not my bro

I was 15, walkin' in the courthouse with shackles on, bro

We don't fuck with the Jakes, hell nah, not today

We don't fuck with them Jakes

I got real PTSD, I ball like the Lakers

Your lil' ass took that left turn, bitch, you shoulda took the right turn

We hit that whip up right out Waypoint, **** had to get burned

Stop flexin' your brother's gun, that ain't no shit that you had earned

Me and my bitch dealt out chop like our real name is Phineas and Ferb

When we high off the drugs, we high as fuck, we feel that we got a curse

I'm like, baby, can you please hide these narcotics right there inside your purse

Im flippin' all these fuckin' packs, I think I'm a pharmacist

Lil' son, you really a demon child, that's what my momma said

Welcome to the bitty, bitch

Mmm, bro