[Intro: Singing]
[Verse: Chuck Strangers]
I don't f*ck with you, but i answered when you texted
f*ck was you expecting, i'm just a reckless
Young black n*gga needing your acceptance
I guzzle on this henny, i do it to hide scars
Do the beats like blacks, i put 'em behind bars
n*gga dollas ain't the [?], like Tim i learn't the harder way
Junior resting in heaven, God bless him
I pour the remmy on the ground
Blow the doja through my nostrils
With my Pro Era apostles [?] hostile, i just
Do what i gots to, god got me
Couting broccoli, eating properly
It's a new day
It's a fine line between that n*gga Trey and cliché
I had fifty dollars on my n*gga, release date
And still copped it
Cause we was brothers from the start, n*gga f*ck profit
He just came with the ammunition to become a musician
Peep my gram bro, i be in the kitchen
Why you dissin', i don't
[Outro: Singing]