[Intro]
Yeah, ayo, yeah
[Verse]
All my partners from the hood understand
We ain't letting Section 8 get the upper hand
Trying to flip this pie and then we stacking up some rubber bands
Trying to put my brothers in a place where they understand
I was 11 when I first started rapping sh*t
Figured that I'd go platinum right off the bat and sh*t
Funny how this life work and yeah dog the people change
Swear this verse is light work, I'm about to crush the game
I'm a different cloth, yeah man we ain't cut the same
When I cut these records upper cuts, f*ck the lames
Flipping through the pages in my journal when I write this
Feeling amazing, bullets be grazing, but I fight to live
Praying that the boy gon' see 25
I hit 21, I prayed to be alive
Cause the city that I'm from dog is really do or die
17 years young I'm chilling outside
Witnessing a couple killings while they running off like villains in the darkest of nights
Truly remember all those sounds back in Cinnamon Woods
I need a shorty that's gon' make me feel real good
I need a blunt rolled fat for my partners in the back
15 trying to steal my momma's Cavalier
Had me doing reckless sh*t all year
Had me doing reckless sh*t all year
Had me doing reckless sh*t all year