Intro

They tried to tell me this dream was far fetched
Death will have to be the end of me
This music run through me like my bloodstream
This all for you

When they, was with them guys in the party tryna pose
I was plotting on the Rari in the Rose
Like how am I gon make it out the soil to my goals
And explain to my daughter why her father on parole
Real talk, Yvng really started from the lows
Remember being posted on the corner when it snows
Was young boys try turn quarters into O's
We sold white, cuz used to snort it in his nose
Look, tryna pull up in a foreign in my shows
Sad, cause you thought that she was loyal till she chose
These bird bitches have niggas caught up and exposed
I get pussy, I ain't got to bargain with you hoes
Can't say Yvng wasn't loyal to his bros
My right wasn't, shit still boil in my soil
A Op leap, gunshot, park him when it blows
Like head tap, blood on his carpet and his clothes
Fresh out, thinking he the hardest cause he swole
Them young boys, turn him to a target with that pole
My Ak's hold mops like porters when they roll
And pop like a pot full of oil on the stove
Cool but will draw like an artist if I'm drove
Blade you'll get sprayed like water from a hose
Hardest with the flows
Grind till the stones look pissed on, wrist gon water when it's froze
Sad when your own kin want to see you slip and fall
They'll see me fall through in whips when I switch the cars
If we fall through with grips we gon pick him off
Only time I'm not hard is if my dick is soft
Fuck putting work in on the worker we will clip the boss
You tell a bitch about herself she try to flip the flaw
Shorty slid, he was sentenced to a bid
She was pregnant with his kid letting other niggaz dick her raw
I can see it all clear like a crystal ball
They all playing like they there till you hit the wall
They tried to give me 25 to an L in the jail
Had me staring at the cell like I missed the call
Got some that's expecting me to fail
So Ima hop out with Guiseppe on the heel
Shorty regular, but she sexy on the pill
Give me head when I drive let her neck me in the wheel
You ain't gotta like me just respect me cause I'm real
Work and dedication that's the recipe to mil's
It's stressing me to deal
Man I seen guys in the pen get high had Epi's in the cell
Lil' nigga but don't try to press me like I'm frail
My daughter need her Dad she expecting me to chill
You make 2Gun pull a weapon it's a drill
Like any nigga bold enough to test me get a shell
Want a nice house with some sweetest decor
Big bread, big bed under sheets of velour
Bust it open lil' bitch, how I speak to a slore
Just met her, same day I was deep in her core
I ain't playing with you niggaz if we beefin' it's war
2gun love guns nigga heaters galore
Ask Nish how I used to keep heat in the drawer
Nine with the broom on it like sweeping the floor
I aint used to have shit so I'm reaching for more
I remember being embarrassed cause my sneakers was tore
Look, I was never cheap I was poor
Had to sleep on the floor
Just to eat we would thief from the store
I'm just tryna get my feet in the door
Why you hating on me
Forgave Luck even though he gave a statement on me
Was locked down daughter told me she was waiting on me
In the Stu cooking, Trizzy should've put an apron on me