[Intro]
This is a CaliBeats production

[Verse]
I sent my prayers up to father God
Tryna make up for them nights we use to jug and rob
I was broke on the block I ain't have a job
Ain't no way to get no money so I had to rob
I just pray my nigga Smelly sitting up with God
We ain't mean to do the shit we did, but life is hard
Wish I could've killed that nigga first and took the charge
And it hurt knowing my big brother in the stars
He supposed to be with me inside this double R
Sometimes feel like all the struggle made us who we are
Gotta bust, Durkio just tell me take it far
You can find me in them trenches and exotic cars
Denny in my system got me touching mars
I be smoking on a pack but I dont fuck with bar
Free Mini, bro was always down to take a charge
Fucking bitches on the daily we was living large
I need 10 for a feature I ain't finna barge
If I want a nigga chain we gon’ make it ours
I done really put in pain and I got the scars
Smelly block, Eazy gang, not to say the part
A lot of niggas finna hate 'cause of who we are
While it’s loaded, I’m stain so I’m moving smart
Better stay up in your lane you don’t play a part
This year we ain't playing, see me on the chart
Sippin moving fast looking at the past
Who'd ever thought I get my music off the grass
Who'd ever thought I make it here from skippin' class
Back end got me feeling good tell them give me pack
Niggas playing games like it’s tic and tac
I tell my hitters put in pain while I go relax
Smelly drive, that’s the gang, put it on the map
Told my brother he need anything know I got his back
Know the streets cold so I got a strap
A nigga moving too bold then I gotta clap
Hurd you got a .22, well I got a MAC
I ain't really ready for the fame but I must adapt
Niggas chattin’ on my name, let me know the facts
No cap, we ain’t playing, this shit more than rap
Put them goons on your ass and they gon' attack
Word, it only takes a couple bands, I can get you wack
I ain’t want a label
I ain’t want a label
They label me a felon
I ain’t want a label