I stood on that block like all night long, just tryna get it gone

Pick your door, come back 30 minutes and invade the home

Growing up, won't think about no microphones, was on my own

Left my momma house at 16, at the age, became a man

I stood on that block with dope fiends, now look what's sitting in my hand

My lil' bros died, fell in love with gunfire, we can get it on

All the bros locked down, now out here dolo, but I'm standing strong

What you know about being who they lean on when this shit get ugly?

What you know about the **** you tryna kill, locked up in federal custody?

What you know about riding by yourself, 'cause I know I'm gon' bust you

Me to my best friend, just gotta find out if I want me, I wouldn't trust you

What you know about holding back your tears while **** playing Crete?

Don't put it in back his head, soon as I get a moment, just him and me

Get a fuck 'bout no opponent, we'll get up on them, crush them, just me and D

Get in trouble 'cause I'm fresh, you better act like that last **** had shot at me

Whole lot of **** talking 'bout they want my head, we done shot plenty

I'm a marksman, bitch, the opps will tell you don't approach me with just any ****

All your bros locked up for stealing, mine's locked up for killing ****

If you really took a look at how I'm living, then you might feel it, ****

I grew up door dealing, ****, had my mama raise my lil' sister, ****

I dropped out of high school, that **** got caught with my pistol, ****

15, I got shot, my mama went and found all of my pistols, ****

We ain't living like that, give a fuck 'bout none of my old pictures, ****

Half these **** wouldn't be shit if it wasn't for that camera roll

We reminiscing 'bout all that old shit, like, damn, what happened, bro?

I don't give a fuck 'bout none of my goddamn opps, **** ain't active, bro

Them **** caught themselves pinning on me, shocked, like, damn, what happened, homie?

Mission failed, what happened to you? They tried to get me and I quit

Told me, like, get in my man, like, I open arms, like, damn, I got the smoke

Every **** you turn, try and get behind, I hit the gas in a circle

You ain't talking 'bout no cash, they hit decline, you need a bag to book 'em