DESERVE IT ALL [INTRO] lyrics

[Intro]
Hitmaka
Rock Boy Beats
That n*gga Ladd got the juice, fool

[Verse 1]
Yeah, got this sh*t straight off the block
sh*t, and I never thought about making it out
I been talkin' to God and I thank Him a lot (Thank Him a lot)
I’m thankful for everything (Facts)
I'm thankful for people that said I would pop (Even more)
'Cause I didn’t believe it (Yeah)
But I'm one of them ones and I'm startin' to see it (Facts)
Now look at me
6 a.m. on Hollywood Boulevard gettin' drunk, sh*t
I told my b*tch I'd put them Perkies down, but then I pop me one (I'm sorry, baby)
Long way from the block where them n*ggas don't make it out (Long way)
All the realest sh*t I never wrote, it’s gon’ go on the radio
I hate 'em for thinkin’ I never would do it when I was just sittin' back learnin' and provin' (Facts)
I was hurtin’ and tryna get focused but it was so hard to get back to the music (It was)
'Cause all that reloaded, that sh*t left me mad (Damn)
Know I need you like, bro, where you at? (Facts)
But I know that I can't get him back (Yeah)
Watch a n*gga get back in his bag (Yeah, yeah)
What's best for this flow is heaven sent
They said my music was soundin' repetitive
I was too deep in that field with them steppers and
Was startin' to lose my competitive
I was just rappin' and rappin', and rappin', and watchin' them n*ggas shoot past me
When I'm used to trappin' and trappin', and trappin' like I could get rich off this crack sh*t
And wish that I'd quit all this rap sh*t
Will all that manifestin' I been doin' keep a n*gga at it? (Like will it?)
And them streets cold, seen her lose her baby, then she turned to an addict (Damn)
[Chorus]
And it's how it made me, ain't no other way a n*gga rather wouldn't have it (Other way)
I'm still here, I could never fold, n*gga, ten toes, I'm from Wagner

[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
The East side, y'all n*ggas don't get it f*cked up, my n*gga (Haha, Czar, Czar in the buildin')
I'm lettin' n*ggas know, I be tryna like, punk Bucks for his like, alter-ego to come out
He go wherever, do whatever, he really run Harlem

[Verse 2]
Have you ever seen the days when a n*gga was regular? (Cap)
Wasn't gettin' no paper, I'm posted on twentieth
I was with Vo' on the regular (My boy)
And Chico ain't here, but often I think about if he was here, what he would've been
When the labels was passin' me up, the trenches was tellin' me that I was good enough (Facts)
Like how am I ever gon' give it up?
I miss my niece
She was the one that was boostin' my ego
I'm tellin' her how I was rockin' a show and she tellin' me how she was finishin' chemo
And I never fully recovered from that, plus, they want me to lose, but I found me a cheat code
God forbid, if I don't go with this rap sh*t, I'm back to servin' them bags like Doritos
As far as the streets go
I knew it was somethin' about me, I knew I was special
I knew when I started this sh*t, I was destined
I knew I would pass every time I was tested
I knew that them n*ggas was slimy, my only regret
I had n*ggas around me hope for their failure and I was surrounded
Came up from nothin', so how could you doubt me?
Down on my last when they found me, yeah
Gotta watch these n*ggas 'cause I know they don't like me, I know they'll out me (I know they'll out me)
Was a humble n*gga, but they kept on testin', it was makin' me c*cky (Damn)
[Chorus]
And it's how it made me, ain't no other way a n*gga rather wouldn't have it (Other way)
I'm still here, I could never fold, n*gga, ten toes, I'm from Wagner