Die a Legend
Seen what I became, remember she called me lame 'til I
(Close-minded killer, undeniably honest, transparent)
Can't run from karma, it's a chance that it might catch up
In my trap with no backup, eyes on the door while I sack up
The devil stood right in front of me, grams shakin' up under me
Jeezy just won't pick up for me, on my way to pick up a P
Was fucked up in my youth, I ain't get enough hugs
Born into gangs, I can't change, all my role models was thugs
Goin' to school with fake shoes, it was bugs in my tub
I hated my mama, she dropped me off to go to the club
Fast forward me to a plug, niggas know what it was
Can't be no flunky, they ain't love me enough to give me no drugs
Too much money, finessed by junkies, now I'm carryin' guns
Never punked me, I'll take somethin' before I hustle for crumbs
Made me numb, eleventh grade, Quan drained a brick of 'caine
Coogi jeans and Boosie fades, wish she seen what I became
Remember she called me lame 'til I fucked her, now she ashamed
Plus my only thoughts was the gang
Not the dirt on my shirt and stains
Shit caused a lot of pain, they couldn't check me, I was playin' chess
A lot of threats, they lost respect 'cause I ain't dead yet
Cleaned up 'fore the feds hit
Tryna serve 'em a bad brick of some fent' and a tan mix
In Cali on Xanax with my dick in a bad bitch
Tryna tell her I got here from takin' chances
Seen it, took advantage, if I die, then I'm a legend
I'm a legend
Big Gee, nigga
(FOREVEROLLING)
(Close-minded killer, undeniably honest, transparent)
Can't run from karma, it's a chance that it might catch up
In my trap with no backup, eyes on the door while I sack up
The devil stood right in front of me, grams shakin' up under me
Jeezy just won't pick up for me, on my way to pick up a P
Was fucked up in my youth, I ain't get enough hugs
Born into gangs, I can't change, all my role models was thugs
Goin' to school with fake shoes, it was bugs in my tub
I hated my mama, she dropped me off to go to the club
Fast forward me to a plug, niggas know what it was
Can't be no flunky, they ain't love me enough to give me no drugs
Too much money, finessed by junkies, now I'm carryin' guns
Never punked me, I'll take somethin' before I hustle for crumbs
Made me numb, eleventh grade, Quan drained a brick of 'caine
Coogi jeans and Boosie fades, wish she seen what I became
Remember she called me lame 'til I fucked her, now she ashamed
Plus my only thoughts was the gang
Not the dirt on my shirt and stains
Shit caused a lot of pain, they couldn't check me, I was playin' chess
A lot of threats, they lost respect 'cause I ain't dead yet
Cleaned up 'fore the feds hit
Tryna serve 'em a bad brick of some fent' and a tan mix
In Cali on Xanax with my dick in a bad bitch
Tryna tell her I got here from takin' chances
Seen it, took advantage, if I die, then I'm a legend
I'm a legend
Big Gee, nigga
(FOREVEROLLING)
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Writer(s): Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., George A. Stone Iii
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