Ayy

Ding, ding

Breakfast served at the table for you

Pancakes with the fruit with the bacon and juice, eggs, yeah

And guess what, they made 'em for you

You ain't have to go and get it 'cause they gave it to you

You probably think like, "Big deal, just a plate of some food"

But your friend though, the only time he ate was at school

But he too embarrassed to share it, so he play like it's cool

But inside, he hurt, his people ain't raise him like you

But he ain't tripping, he gon' hit the block and make something shake

His brother locked up, so he cool if they take him away

Them girls love bro, they like, "He so crazy, that's bae"

And he is crazy 'cause his life made him that way

But look at you soaking it up

Now you trapping and slanging

Now your rapping and banging

Now you in the trap with them gangsters

Nah, for real though, but to people that's what you claiming

And they see through that, yeah, they know it's a act and you hate it

But it hurt to know that you ain't a gangster

'Cause all the bad girls really want gangsters

And all the gangsters just really want paper

And all you really wanna do is be a neighbor

So soon as you move out the house, you move straight to the hood

To the face of the hood, you spend everyday in the hood

You should've chased your potential, you was chasing the hood

Ended up broke, now you understand it ain't really good

But it's too late, now you gotta find a way out

And now you gotta live that life that you was lying about

So now you strapped up for real

Trapped out and tryna get your bag up for real

Bills backed up for real

You in the streets now 'cause this what you always wanted

And now you out here robbing 'cause you really ain't got nothing

And now you really trapping, people know, you make it public

There's jealous people that wonder now what you making from it

The most dangerous people are not dangerous people

It's the people tryna prove that they dangerous people

People like you that want acceptance, but ain't really evil

People like you that can't accept and hate they ain't evil

But congrats, you a G now, dawg

Old school Gucci on repeat now, dawg

Everything you wanted is complete now, dawg

Your homies think you really from the streets now, dawg

Only problem is, when you live it there's consequences

Twenty-five to life, your friend, he got locked in prison

Somebody snitched on him, so you thought you was next

But they lied, said it was you, so you got shot in the neck

It really ain't no reason to get caught in the streets

But some people I give a pass 'cause that's all that they see

But not you, not you

You chose that life, that life ain't choose you

Rap music, did that do it?

Or what was it that had you so influenced?

Rap music, did that do it?

Or what was it that had you so influenced?

I just wanna know