(Run it back, Prado)

I miss my hood, I miss postin' up with Onyx

That shit like a heartbreak hearin' your hood say you changed 'cause you famous

I'm 'posed to be hittin' up Fashion Week, fresh as fuck, me and Raymond

I never cared 'bout my side of the story, fuck 'em, I let 'em paint it

I had **** in my circle, inconsiderate, had to rearrange 'em

After granny wash my clothes, dry 'em off on the clothin' line, we had no hangers

I ain't have enough dick to fuck, I was thirteen years old usin' fingers

I cut lil' bro off, he ready to prove a point, smack somethin', he anxious

Wish my Uncle Earle can get out that room and travel the world with me

Granny gettin' old, every time I think about it, shit hurt my feelings

Like, damn, you 'posed to be here forever, I want you to take me with you

When I buy my mama veneers, want her to stop drinkin' beer and get fitted

This shit been sittin' on my mind lately, wanna take a DNA test

I seen my pops put in that overtime just to see me fresh

A deadbeat not in my blood, take care of the eggs in the nest

If them results come back he mine, the first trip, we hittin' a jet

My big sister Crystal told me handle my business

The devil tryna stop me from gettin' these millions

Still got Lil Kodak in my prayers, I don't like how he did Frenchie

Free my brother Smoove, I'm missin' the pimpin'

I need to look in the mirror, I ain't got no room to talk 'bout nobody

I'm goin' on three years, can't get rid of the lean, fuckin' with my body

I wonder how long I'ma be on this shit, this shit fuckin' with my pockets

Instead of me blowin' this shit on syrup, I could be investin' in stockings

Ayy, man, I'm just— just puttin' y'all down

Like, uh, you know, puttin' y'all down on what I been goin' through, type shit

Way past jewelries and shit

A lil' situation back at home, you know

But I been havin' talks with my mom, you know, pops

My big sister Crystal

Been havin' talks with them about the situation and shit, but

They want me to go and handle the business, so, shit

But I been thinkin' heavy on it, though, 'cause you know

They not in my shoes, so they really don't see where I'm comin' from, type of shit

But I— maybe I'm overthinkin' it, like, I, I really think this shit blockin' my blessings, like

Think that shit stoppin' me goin', like, I think it's stoppin' me from goin' to another level

I don't know, I'ma have a talk with the Woo lady, though

And get— I'ma let her find out for me

I miss my hood, I miss postin' up with Onyx

That shit like a heartbreak hearin' your hood say you changed 'cause you famous

I'm 'posed to be hittin' up Fashion Week, fresh as fuck, me and Raymond

I never cared 'bout my side of the story, fuck 'em, I let 'em paint it

I had **** in my circle, inconsiderate, had to rearrange 'em

After granny wash my clothes, dry 'em off on the clothin' line, we had no hangers

I ain't have enough dick to fuck, I was thirteen years old usin' fingers

I cut lil' bro off, he ready to prove a point, smack somethin', he anxious