Beverly Hills lyrics

[Verse 1]
I used to pray for certain things that I got now
I came a long way from jail, doing twenty-three lockdown
Young me always travelled the wrong route
Astaghfirullah, I used to keep the reh-teh in my mom's house
On the road, tryna hustle a thousand, hand-me-down trousers
I made n*ggas run like rounders
Done mazzas that have been on the news
Got away by the skin of my tooth
My friend died, to his mom, I delivered the news
My heart's broken, it can't be mended
Only fam, I don't do no friendships
I got shot by my own hand ting by my so-called bredrin
Fam, you can't tell me 'bout trauma
Seen a man get killed at the shop, tryna collect his order
I'm worth more than trap on the corner
The hood's full of draw-outs, alcoholics and talkers

[Interlude]
You know me, fam, it's like
I swear down, I just feel like there's more to this life bro
You get me? Like man can't just be doing the same sh*t all day every day bro
On the block bro, like I wanna see more bro
I wanna travel, I wanna do some sh*t bro, you get me?

[Verse 2]
RM, I keep pushing like bench press
More time I step on my ones but I'm feeling like ten men
Everyone's strapped, don't press them
Dad died and I feel like I should be there more for Ren-Ren
No one didn't show me an angle
Aged fourteen, I was driving like The Stig in the manual
Three-eight with the wood on the handle
Round arms like a bangle, these n*ggas snitch like Randall
Tryna make a mill then triple it
Break bread with my fam, I'm splitting it
Big shark but them man are likkle fish
Lock clubs if they don't let my n*ggas in
No tints on the whip, can't sit in it
The hot whip, four-hundred brake minimum
We're all from the same hood but now my success killing 'em
My darg shift white like Dillian
Slide out time, two straps and a pillion