(Intro)
Its meek mothaf*cking milly yall b.h. we straight
(Here comes the pain)
(Verse 1)
Coming up i was confuse to see my pop in the box i never had a dad only pop inherit the block mom on the grind
Probably boosting at the mall or something she ain't ditch she probably getting drunk at the bar something
Every time i pray i take a look up to the sky i say r.i.p to the real n*ggas that died real n*ggas like zy you get down or lay down when i was younging he had us run around with tre pounds (2X) last n*gga that stole my bike got his ass
Strolled on that same damn night n*gga this is my life real rap all facts i dont write i just spit no written
Lil n*gga im nice you can hate or love it or you can love it or hate but the real n*ggas going feel me while
You fronting and faking so why the f*ck is you hating cause on my sh*t and all the n*ggas that say my name just be on my di*k sh*t while you was trying to get a b*tch i was trying to grip a brick serving customers i was a hustla like
That n*gga mitch on the corner with 2 quarters like im 50 cent a young buck in the game fiends g g g g g unit
When they need a fix dubs dimes even nicks you know i got rock of powder cause i need to flip we got it popping
Ain't a stopping to my n*ggas rich we grip them choppas get to chopping to a n*gga stiff