I Can’t lyrics

[Intro]
Like, I been hearing n*ggas speaking on my name, like
All that he say, she say sh*t, like, I don't know what the f*ck goin' on

[Chorus]
I heard them n*ggas want them problems, I'm not really worried
They want me to join my partners in a cemetery (At all)
Hearing gossip, n*ggas plotting on my obituary (What the f*ck?)
They don't know we got them choppers like the military
I can't let a n*gga take my soul (Soul)
I can't let a n*gga take my role
You gon' have to rearrange my face, I hustled hard for this
I see n*ggas coming for my safe, it ain't no robbing this
I'm from the jungle, b*tch, whеre it get real cold (Cold)
That's on my mama, b*tch, wе live by the code
I know that I wasn't supposed to make it, I thank God for this
Shout out to my n*ggas that's in prison behind bars for this

[Verse 1]
This afternoon, we gon' make the news break
Pull up, let that tool quake, bust him and his schoolmates
b*tch, we went to school late, die behind that blue face
Strapped up with two Dracs, shoot it out like 2K
I been up for two days, ain't changed clothes since Tuesday
Wait a minute, let me put this sh*t into perspective
No exaggeration, been a felon since eleven
Ain't never f*cked with 12, at thirteen, I was steppin'
At fourteen, that's when I seen my mama get addicted
I had dropped out of school, she kinda needed assistance
At fifteen, I came home from juvenile detention
My uncle gave me a gun, I put that b*tch in my britches
[Chorus]
I heard them n*ggas want them problems, I'm not really worried
They want me to join my partners in a cemetery (At all)
Hearing gossip, n*ggas plotting on my obituary (What the f*ck?)
They don't know we got them choppers like the military
I can't let a n*gga take my soul (Soul)
I can't let a n*gga take my role
You gon' have to rearrange my face, I hustled hard for this
I see n*ggas coming for my safe, it ain't no robbing this
I'm from the jungle, b*tch, where it get real cold (Cold)
That's on my mama, b*tch, we live by the code
I know that I wasn't supposed to make it, I thank God for this
Shout out to my n*ggas that's in prison behind bars for this

[Verse 2]
My n*gga went to trial, I told him keep his head up
Didn't want me to see him crying, he just threw an L up
Ain't no doors on the Jeep, we hop out like a mail truck
And we really in the streets, ain't nothing you can sell us
Hit my cell, pull up at the Shell and get your sales up
b*tch, I'm fly Crippin' for Nipsey, I got them Crip n*ggas with me
Hoover and Rollin' 60, b*tch, you better not go against me
Look, n*ggas steady watching me 'cause they b*tch on top of me
But you know how I'm rocking, baby, chopper in my boxer briefs
b*tch, I'm from the bottom where we had to find a spot to sleep
Every night I pray to God I get to make it out the streets
Every night I pray to God I get to make it out the streets
[Chorus]
I heard them n*ggas want them problems, I'm not really worried
They want me to join my partners in a cemetery (At all)
Hearing gossip, n*ggas plotting on my obituary (What the f*ck?)
They don't know we got them choppers like the military
I can't let a n*gga take my soul (Soul)
I can't let a n*gga take my role
You gon' have to rearrange my face, I hustled hard for this
I see n*ggas coming for my safe, it ain't no robbing this