No Matter What

Nick, you're stupid

We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up

Never really know when it's your time, you gotta live it up

Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough

War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked

Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us

You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up

In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck

Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up

Lost touch with God, I'm so happy that I found you

Money only change the ones around you

Nonbelievers listened to your dreams and they clowned you

All the same **** showin' love used to doubt you

Feel out of place when all that fake love surround you

Bitch, I run my city, they know who to give the crown to

My dawgs on go and it ain't shit to bring them hounds through

We don't give a fuck, we shed blood on that ground, too

And when you fightin' for your life, ain't no round two

In the hood watchin' my big homies pushin' pounds through

Used to daydream of shinin' in the hood with these bands

Tryna leave these hard times and run through millis with my friends

But my homies died young and that wasn't part of the plan

Flyin' on these planes, wish I could reach and touch your hand

I don't wanna be awake, that's why I keep poppin' these Xans

My good heart became a weakness, I did everything I can

We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up

Never really know when it's your time, you gotta live it up

Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough

War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked

Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us

You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up

In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck

Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up

All my shorties know it's spark, load that 40 up and spray it

Tweak with the squad and we start clappin' like a standin' ovation

Doin' all this sinnin', feelin' like I'm gettin' close to Satan

This street's a dirty ho, give her your heart and she gon' break it

Just wanted to be rich, was out there hustlin' with frustration

Felt like I was behind, so I got tired of being patient

If your mind stuck on the finer things, then you supposed to chase it

Ridin' in that brand new Bimmer, I feel motivated

Fake **** show support, but deep inside, I know they hate it

Fuck the industry, it's all cap, this shit overrated

Promise I'm gon' be the greatest till it ain't no more debatin'

Prodigy, a young king, that's what my mama cultivated

In that cell, public defender tried to offer me probation

Now I step out on that stage and see a thousand different faces

Thinkin' 'bout my life, I probably would have died if I ain't make it

R.I.P. TimTim, I remember our last conversation

We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up

Never really know when it's your time, you gotta live it up

Standin' on that corner like a rush and we can't get enough

War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blicker tucked

Prayed to the Lord for better days, felt like He skippin' us

You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up

In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck

Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna run my digits up