Thirteen

Thirteen years old when I jumped off the porch Y'all was playing Playstation, I was playing with the torch You got a whooping with a belt, I was whipping with the fork I was trapping skipping school so I had to go to court Thirteen years old got down with the set Robbing niggas with the tech, my old jeans was smoking wet You was running on the court shooting shots at the net I was running up in spots with the Glock and busting net I was twelve years old when the cops kicked the door Had the gun to my momma baby sister on the floor Pops caught a fed case so the jury had to go Had to show my brother how to trap and get dough Digiscale with the cup, we was banging up the dro One year went by we was selling out the 'bo Had packs in our straps we was posted by the store Till my big bro Too showed me how to get mo' When the weed got slow showed me how to whip the stone Microwave or the oven he ain't ever use the stove Showed me how to hit licks he a kick-door pro My cousin Steve Dolla showed me how to break a ho That's a long time ago, finessing little convo (Don't flip trissy joint)? Finessin love convos She make dough pronto Robbing niggas, selling drugs Getting money, all I know A lot of y'all bluffing, I'm pimping y'all cuffing Same bitch you be loving, be sucking and fucking She ain't got no money then we not discussing I'm shooting up niggas no fighting no fussing Seen niggas get killed over making assumptions The pistol I'm clutching this gun ain't for nothing My mom know I'm evil, so she call me pumpkin Been fucked up, corrupted since a youngin Thirteen years old when I jumped off the porch Y'all was playing Playstation, I was playing with the torch You got a whooping with a belt, I was whipping with the fork I was trapping skipping school so I had to go to court Thirteen years old got down with the set Robbing niggas with the tech, my old jeans smoking wet You was running on the court shooting shots at the net I was running up in spots with the Glock and busting net I was only thirteen when a nigga tried to jack I was trapping on a bike, it was for a 20 sack So the nigga do the gauge but I shouldn't done that He only gave me two dollars ran off with the sack Nigga had me fucked up so I came right back Everyday on his block posted in the cul-de-sac Ran up on the nigga shut him down took his packs Just pistol whip the nigga I didn't even shoot the strap Tall team du-rag, Astros fitted cap I was fighting in school everday I had sack Couple years went by started busting off gats Had to move to Fort Bend didn't know how to act Everyday still came to the swap with the crips With Lyndo and little Jordan smoking dro hitting licks I was plotting everyday for a scheme to get rich Me muh doo n Ali made this Kream Clicc shit Never switched up my clicque Never switched up my crips Every lick that we hit was quick cash just to flip Doing petty ass shit on the dream to get rich Now I'm moving them bills just came from half a zip Never trust a dumb bitch don't put ass before chips You get killed if you slip keep that thing on your hip Side talk from your lip leave you dead in a ditch Went from robbing for chips now we robbing for bricks Thirteen years old when I jumped off the porch Y'all was playing Playstation, I was playing with the torch You got a whooping with a belt, I was whipping with the fork I was trapping skipping school so I had to go to court Thirteen years old got down with the set Robbing niggas with the tech, my old jeans smoking wet You was running on the court shooting shots at the net I was running up in spots with the Glock and busting net