Wounds

Tryna put on for my fam
I just wanna be the hero
I been dreamin' bout a Lamb
So you see me shootin' b-roll

Grindin' hard, been goin' ham
Now on the beat, I'm like a cheat code
Tryna stack up all these c-notes
Just to give my ma a meatroll

Lately I been dolo
I been buildin' up my steelo
Clean like I serve bricks
But I ain't neva touched a kilo

I ain't worried bout a freak hoe
I been tryna get the P gone
In the stu wit NLA
LitooBandzz, you know how we roll

Proud of where I come from
Ima product my environment
Please don't be no dumb dumb
If you try me then I'm firin'

Been focused on a lump sum
Runnin' sprints was gettin' tirin'
The beat start goin' bum bum
Then I'm bound to get inspirin'

Done wit all that school
But won't a fool, I was admiring
Changed the way I moved
Found a groove, I switched my wiring

Punn had put me on
Before Movin' On was hiring
I started flippin' packs
And I been duckin' sirens since

Grown man racks
But I can't spend it childish
Found out I could rap
And now you hear me, I be wildin'

I be drippin', I be stylin'
My advice, to calm the hollerin'
Best control the niggas wit you
Cuz my niggas, they get violent

You see me wit these goons baby
Ask me if they ridin'
Baby ask if they slidin'
Cuz I 'ready know they bout it

I been playin' wit dese tools crazy
Get smoked like Biscotti
Don't make me a catch a body
Wan' be rich, just like I'm Roddy

You see me wit these wounds baby
Ask me how I got 'em
I been havin' all these problems
Tell me baby, can you solve 'em

I been playin' wit my tunes lately
Tryna get a dolla
She gon stare, cuz I'm a styla
But I'm just too fly to holla

Pull up to the scene
And that forty no showin'
I don't need a beam
I got aim when I'm blowin'

Get turned to a meme
If my niggas start scorin'
I left off some steam
And yo people gon mourn

Turnt off my rhymes
So you gon see me tourin'
I member them times
When my life it was borin'

My brother had died
Left me heated and scourned
So Ima get fly
And pull up in a foreign

Forty attachment
Best hush wit the racket
It's on me, no lackin'
Don't make it get tragic

My brothers start blastin'
Disappear like some magic
Was made under pressure
Won't fold when it's static

Don't wanna be poor
So I got' make it happen
My flow like some dope
So I'm patient, just stackin'

Get book for a show
We pull up with them ratchets
Start playin' my song
They shut up when I'm rappin'

Came up from the trap
Now I snap, when the beat drop
My bro sellin' smack, and some crack
Not no re-rock

I can't do no lack
Got my strap, know the heat cocked
You run up, get clapped
That's a fact, let that heat pop

My brother got whacked
And that night, it left me hot
I couldn't react
I got high as a tree top

I couldn't attack
Cuz I had to shoot b-rock
Now I hop on the track
When I spit, it's gon be hot

You see me wit these goons baby
Ask me if they ridin'
Baby ask if they slidin'
Cuz I 'ready know they bout it

I been playin' wit dese tools crazy
Get smoked like Biscotti
Don't make me a catch a body
Wan' be rich, just like I'm Roddy

You see me wit these wounds baby
Ask me how I got 'em
I been havin' all these problems
Tell me baby, can you solve 'em

I been playin' wit my tunes lately
Tryna get a dolla
She gon stare, cuz I'm a styla
But I'm just too fly to holla