verse
He put his life in his words
Shine brighter than jewels
To the point where you feeling stronger than Clase Azul
You niggas softer than pillows
Deep in the trenches where niggas whip it like willow
'Cause money tend to turn a real nigga to weirdos
My shit harder than dildos
verse
'Fore this rap shit it was hard hats and steel toes
I'm at dinner up in Melrose
With two bad bitches rubbin' on my earlobes
We probably never rub elbows
He ain't in my salary cap
Niggas say they getting money but I'm calling it cap (hey)
verse
We took a bad situation and made it gravy
He got 20 years, it was drug related
And he took the plea deal
That goes to show you just how much the system hate us
How come nobody congratulate us
When we make it out the slums
verse
We come from ducking hundred round drums (ah)
And the school system treat us like we dumb (hey)
That's why I'm in the hallway
Eighth grade, I was trappin' in the hallway
Yeah, I was just in puberty
verse
I was tryna rule my whole community
And do this rap shit for you and me
Damn, I was on that get the whole clique rich
You was on that get rich quick shit
Hangin' with them niggas I ain't mix with
Playin' both sides be realistic
How you not gon' get hit with that heat stick, nigga?
verse
And this shit deeper than words
Covered in ice you'll think I sponsored a meth lab
Uppin' the price on a private jet I got jet lag
I spit this shit they gon' hit ya heart like a chest pass
And I got love for the streets but I couldn't stay there
verse
I told her, "Wherever he pay he gotta lay there"
I got some niggas dead and gone I took a whole 'nother path
Came home from my first mission, took a blood bath
Ran up a ticket like a citation
I probably quiet 'cause I'm just checkin' niggas vibrations
Came back to bust it down with them project babies
Back when we was robbin' everybody but the candy lady
I remember beefin' with my cousin, that's my nana baby (fuck)
verse
Shit crazy, anybody cross you (fuck 'em)
No family support so I was feelin' like a foster
Nobody talk about the wins and the losses no mo'
They only love you when you up but it's too late for that
Kill my lil' brother, just be patient, you gon' pay for that
I heard they tryna catch me on the phone and build a case wit' that
They caught him slippin', now he on that shit, blood was laced with that
verse
Thank God for the ups and downs
Thank God that you came around
Thank God that I'm here right now (here right now)
Thank God for the highs and lows
Thank God for oh, no, no's
Closed doors and the deaden roads (ooh)
Writer(s): Jeremy Biddle, Teldrick Smith, Nathaniel Kim, Dashawn White, John Byron Calton, Ben Johnson, Casimiro Novela