My Life

And its like, shit
I really
I really don't even be wanting to let people too much in my shit
Ya feel me
Cause I already know, we ain't
We ain't really gonna see eye to eye, ya feel me
Shit, the way my life set up
The way I been maneuvering and stepping
Ya feel me
I already know
You ain't gon be able to put yourself in my shoes
And see shit the way I see it
3.5s, backwoods, back porches
Young niggas, tryna get high
Knowing we couldn't afford it, ay
Niggas was in PE, I wasn't tryna catch and play
I done sat on three Ps, smoking tryna catch a play
Middle school, I watched my shoebox fill up with dollar bills
Young nigga, beating on twenty five
I'm bout a dollar still
Momma hated all that dumb ass shit that I was on
Trying to lock a nigga down, I'm like wait til I get grown
I ain't fuck with school
She had told me boy you don't even know
Cant even lie, life had had me blinded, I couldn't even see
I was crashing out, I had to stop and I ain't even peep
I had lost hope, in the mirror, but it ain't me, ay
I just sit down in my thinking chair like Steve
Like, where the fuck I could've been
I done seen that cell, can you imagine being in the pen?
What if I ain't get off, imagine my name being in the wind
I ain't been on papers since, like twenty seventeen, that's mean
So that's like two hundred fifty weeks that I been on the green
Nowadays, bitch get like two weeks and she cut off the team
Bro turn to a giant, he trying to stalk em when he off a bean
Prada sneaks, you bought all that shit
She out there with her ratchet ass friends
All that tricking, you done lost the lead
We all trying to score
Play your part and you can ball with me
Trying to put my life right in a song, that shit an art for me
Ay, this shit an art for me man
Nigga really be trying to put my life in this shit
Cause it ain't too many niggas that get this shit
You know what i'm saying
Ain't too many niggas really done took that risk
Sat in them chairs I done sat in, ya feel me
So, I'm really trying to spin this shit so a nigga can get it
Ya feel me
Niggas really can't relate to this shit
You know what i'm sayin

Be a real nigga, what it cost you
Ever had a real bag, fucked it up and lost it
Get it in from 12 to 12, coming in exhausted
RP going straight to the head, i'm drinking out the faucet
Told em throw that ten pack, I don't care bout what it costed
We ain't running shit else through the air
Them crackas mossed it
We got hiding spots, they all over the whip
Them crackas salty
He can't get that P off in a week, that nigga faulty
I been doing numbers all night
Im acing all exams
All my dawgs brothers, we locked in
Just know we all the fam
Ever fall flat, you better know that you gon ball again
Bro say its really up to you
Shit, we gon haul em in
Yeah, shit
You know what I'm saying
It really ain't too much room on the side
So we just gon bring them bitches to the back
You know what I'm saying
It's like, what like a hundred of them bitches?
Shit, I ain't trying to do all that on front street
I don't know if a nigga ready to look at my life
You know what I'm saying
See what I see