I told my potna imma beast when it come to this music don’t think nobody fucking wit me

on my mama

I’m just tryna feed my family you posted with them **** ain’t check up on yo mama if you locked up for a killing and them young boys been drilling so it’s best to be inside you can’t survive trapped in a hood where nobody tryna thrive it’s like I got stigmatism you can see it in my eyes turn off the lights my vision blurry and it caught me by surprise my body stressing cause I’m tired swear it god hurt my pride i rather put one in my head before I let em see me cry

I used to pray for times like this I could imagine my potential **** ain’t say my name cause I’m gone smack whoever wit em crash the whip he hop out limping tryna act like we had hit em but he lucky I ain’t itching just to put one in a spital

Ain’t no chain up on my neck these rappers always thinking twice that’s on my life I’m strictly bidness I ain’t gotta flex no ice just like that shit be moissanite keep that exposing off my page mama swear she saw a demon so she filled the house with sage (****)

it’s like I’m stuck up in this maze and I can’t find a way I grew up round the gun smoke don’t ask me if we taking breaks cause I den lost some brothers lost some time my heart in disarray like I been numb since I was 9 I seen a body by the gate

we ain’t faking shit cause I don’t smile unless my people straight posting bout yo drop and im like karma set the fucking date touch one of my potnas I’m outside and wide awake we don’t talk we demonstrate and they gone cap on twitter space (bitch)

**** die for less then pussy lust would make you die alone seen a **** kill his blood and now he facing death alone I seen mamas lose they sons and all she caught left is her phone seen his picture on the gram next to ashes and cologne

You ain’t never had no police on the block chilling wit Felons seen a preacher off the pulpit making plays with smith and wessons ain’t no heaven in my city just some sirens and some lessons either crack the fucking game or take the stand and make confessions

Body smelling like some bleach them people staring with aggression DA said he had enough I better follow his directions ain’t no evidence so we gone beat the case and throw the 7 and just get down on my knees and pray to god that I see heaven know my back could hold the weight I try to cope with my depression look me in my eyes don’t try to give me dap if you ain’t ready I was locked in with the 4 when I was shooting dice with Devin now we both could drop a bag and flex the wrist wit VVS

I’m just tryna feed my family you posted with them **** ain’t check up on yo mama if you locked up for a killing and them young boys been drilling so it’s best to be inside you can’t survive trapped in a hood where nobody tryna thrive it’s like I got stigmatism you can see it in my eyes turn off the lights my vision blurry and it caught me by surprise my body stressing cause I’m tired swear it god hurt my pride i rather put one in my head before I let em see me cry (bitch)