Fullest

Brothers from the mud, the same nigga
We wasn't raised different
From the same trenches, Fuck the same bitches
We over came all of the bullshit
I'm running to the money, I'm doing full sprints
I don't even want the bitch, I know I could hit
So real I keep it real, shit, I'm the purest
I grew up in the hood, ducking the bullets
Any day could be your last, live to the fullest

Nigga speaking down on me, get a load of this
Let a bitch do what she want, you can't control a bitch
I can't wait to get a bag, I'm icing the whole wrist
I can't wait to get a bag, I'm icing the whole clique
When that back door open, make sure you close it
It's a lot of niggas out here doing some ho shit
They like, why you hold grudges over some old shit?
Cause it was real, that's really how you feel, shit I know it
If I tell you that I love you, then I love you, I'ma show it
You know it ain't no loyalty, no trust, you gotta grow it
Man, there's only one chance in this game, you better not blow it
He bring his bitch around, she on me, ima fold shit

Brothers from the mud, the same nigga
We wasn't raised different
From the same trenches, Fuck the same bitches
We over came all of the bullshit
I'm running to the money, I'm doing full sprints
I don't even want the bitch, I know I could hit
So real I keep it real, shit, I'm the purest
I grew up in the hood, ducking the bullets
Any day could be your last, live to the fullest

I don't want the bitch, I just want a damn body Living like I'm rich, but ain't on the same level as Roddy yet
Valentine's approaching, still looking at Bath and Body sets
Fake it till you make it, baby boy, I remember what mommy said
Now let's talk about my brother, same pops, different mother
Fuck the same sluts, same hoes, out of the same bag of rubbers
For real, and nigga, I've been in the field with them demons and killers, shit get cold out here, so chill

And I'm still mad I wasn't there for lil bro
Promise you gon' look through the city and me on my soul
The greatest youngin' out there land like I was raised by goats
And in them trenches, we on high alert you better not keep your eyes low

Brothers from the mud, the same nigga
We wasn't raised different
From the same trenches, Fuck the same bitches
We over came all of the bullshit
I'm running to the money, I'm doing full sprints
I don't even want the bitch, I know I could hit
So real I keep it real, shit, I'm the purest
I grew up in the hood, ducking the bullets
Any day could be your last, live to the fullest