Cole, you stupid

I don't feel convicted to my city no more

Don't feel offended, I'm just letting ya know

Thought the only thing that mattered was me setting my toes

But the the thing mattered was me just letting it go

What's the point of having a gift just to question it, though?

It's like betting, when broke I'm rolling the dice need seven plus four

Knew I could get it but the hardest thing is getting it, though

Now I pose with my **** and bitch like a wedding photo

A is for adamsville

B is for Bowen homes

Out here chasing motion, tryna get something going on

Street running turn me to my pops, now I'm a rolling stone

Like, the fuck I got goin' on? The only thing that's set on stone

Is I know I got something bigger planned for me

My destiny is not defined by nine to five, 285

Respectfully, I never needed a stamp

Or a record label or camp

To get it poppin', my city already made me a champ, ****

'Cause trouble gon', trouble gon' find you

**** gon', bitches gon' blind you

Who you know? Who you fuck with? Man, who behind you?

And if you don't do it yourself by proving yourself

I promise we gon' define you

Now, all my young **** roll one to this

West end, nawf side, south side and the 6

Bend, we don't break, my mind and stomach ache

Before I could turn eight, had hella shit on my plate

My mama comin' home late, my father's biggest mistake

Was leaving me in a world where the death I'ma have to face

May come from any ol' place, this trauma, I can't erase

I'm running from kick doors and swine with canned mase

Afraid to be in my skin, I may die at my own race

At least I'ma die for something, I'm running my own race

I run at my own pace, I'm making money from bass

Wearing pain on face, let the story act as at paint

Hard to act as a leader when I'm worried 'bout my rank

Hard to act as a leader when maybe something you ain't

Is the chosen one, the focal point and every song, a local joint

Instead I raise to occasion 'cause, bitch, I'm token boy

Maybe I'm the one, I thought I was to change the social point of focus

So when I get in the game in game, I'll kick the door and leave open

'Cause trouble gon', trouble gon' find you

**** gon', bitches gon' blind you

Who you know? Who you fuck with? Man, who behind you?

And if you don't do it yourself by proving yourself

I promise we gon' define you

Now, all my young **** roll one to this

West end, nawf side, south side and the 6