Outro

Man, they told me, um

My first-week sales, I had like sixty-some thousand, but they don't count J-Pay

How the fuck you don't count the realest ****, you know what I'm saying?

That's that label shit, fuck that shit (Will-A-Fool)

Got kicked out the crib, put a latch on it

It feel good to sleep all in the trap, don't it?

I be hanging 'round killers with racks on me

I done made me some plays and put tax on it

It feel good to come all the way back from it

When you up, they gon' say that you act funny

You feel cocky, you actually got money

Felt neglected when Chino got snatched from me

If you love the streets more than you love your family, you crazy

They love you more, they adore you more 'cause you made it

They turned they back on me, I forgave 'em, I'm crazy

Them **** gon' go, them **** gon' roll whenever I say it

Them **** some hoes, them **** some hoes, they don't get attention

You would try to ignore when I'm at my lowest, I don't forgive you

I was at my lowest, I couldn't afford it, I was so miserable

I was ditchin' school, mixing lean and juice, I was off chemicals

I ain't got a choice, I got a voice, this shit difficult

Waking up to three million dollars cash, that shit a miracle

Can't let a bitch put me on blast, I'm too spiritual

They say I gotta let go of the past, I ain't hearing you