Day after day seems like I push against the clouds

They just keep blocking out the sun

It seems since I was born

I've wakened every bless'd morning

Down on my luck and up against the wind (Naz just does it better, Messiah)

M Row

Oh, who that? He a goner, flick, ain't even know who was on him

Lil' bro just started his thirty day trainin', it's day five and he did what I taught him

If I go broke, I'm robbin' them **** right there where they trap at, right on that corner

Baba, opp thot mad I ain't want her

Kept thinkin' with my dick, so I might gotta off her

Bro trap with his G for safety precautions

Come show off for the white, we gon' give him some boxin'

It's **** that's not from the Doug' that be showin' 'em love, on they dick 'cause they got no opps

Like stay in y'all hood

I don't want y'all to be in the way when we comin' through flockin'

It was times I was totin' my knocker, but I had to box 'cause **** not really worth, uh

Why when they spin, they be harmin' the civs?

But when we on court, we just go for the basket

G Rico a bitch, uh

Bro tryna rip, a new feather just came out his jacket

LES Hottie was runnin' away when it happened

Why the fuck you gon' trap on that back block lackin'?

Kenny Capone, you'd rather go punch on a bitch than get-back for when you got your ass whipped

Nesty Floxk, get off my cock, your mans caught a pack just to rat on the stand

You flashin' a hundred, that DThang passin' to you, showin' bread that belong to your mans

I don't understand and we can go bar for the bar and always go band for the band

Don't listen to Feva, his BM an eater, he came to my block with a— That was jammed

RG, Sav, Yay, Zay, Ous, all of them **** is vics

**** BM was eatin' my ****, she was tight, I just hit it and quit

Lil' Jay ran, Rick, tried to sneak out the buildin', he thought he was slick

Where you goin'? Chase down, ran with his stick

He another one mad, I was, hold on, hold on

Kapp9ine, oh my God, how the fuck did you feel with that bike on your head?

Jay Hound mad I was sittin' with Ally, he textin' her phone and she left him on read

Word to my dead, we was in Jay5ive lobby tryna clap off one of his dreads

But Relly got tagged, his mans got— In his leg, tryna help him get up, like hold on

Let me address, Yay, hit in his stomach, I'm mad that it wasn't his neck

Ted, victim, you saw EK, why you ain't do shit? That's who Petey'd your friend

Before they got put up, I was punchin' 'em good up right up on the train, every hit was connectin'

So be my guest, I will box you and I will flock you and I got buttons to press