Sean Taylor/No Safety

Sometimes I feel like Sean Taylor Aint no safety in the hood
I walk around with a smile, but Shit ain't all good
Track hawk all in traffic its Running like Carl Lewis
I crossed state lines tryna make Sure that we all good
Tryna be Roddy Ricch ain't tryna Die young
I put tears all on my wrist and That bitch shinning
And I know they ain't want me in But I'm still grinding
We all came from the bottom Had to climb up

Pocket full of nickels I'll never Give a dime up
They got Jonez up the road I Wish we could give the time up
They got Jonez facing time he Gotta fight that
Everyday I'm bout a check
I wake up like where my Nikes at
And I swear this shit so savage Niggas slide before the night set
Niggas getting robbed for they Baby mama tax check
Throw my cousin work like I Played for the Vikings
You don't know my whole story Its some parts that I ain't write Yet
If he cross me like Kemba gotta Walk em down
Real gift of gab get a price and Ima talk em down
Floyd Mayweather new stick Hold bout 50 rounds
50 wins, spin his block then we Spin again
Simmons that lil bitch up out her Mind she ain't Ben again
Long as fear of god on my jeans I Won't sin again
And I got some niggas in the Grave tryna live again
My dog finna touchdown he just Wanna win again
I charged so much to the game I Feel like the game owe me
Hate me with this fame but I Swear they loved the broke me
And I know they kinda mad Because they stuck in the Nosebleeds
When I needed a hand they all Faded like Kobe
They all faded like Kobe

Sometimes I feel like Sean Taylor Aint no safety in the hood
I walk around with a smile, but Shit ain't all good
Track hawk all in traffic its Running like Carl Lewis
I crossed state lines tryna make Sure that we all good
Tryna be Roddy Ricch ain't tryna Die young
I put tears all on my wrist and That bitch shinning
And I know they ain't want me in But I'm still grinding
We all came from the bottom Had to climb up