I was leanin on the perc codeine and all the syrup

hoodied up creepin in a murk they ain't see me in the dirt

they ain't see me when I hurt I'm thinkin that I was cursed

tryna get to that bag you see that green in the purse

young nigga on his grind I'm from that block where they servin

you either juggin or trappin these niggas goin to work

I know a couple lil bitches you pay they goin to twerk

in the trap me and my niggas we movin O's of the purp

if you really from the block you better say so

these niggas frontin like they are but they ain't though

rappin bout a life they don't live

man this shit is gettin real how you let these niggas in

and you ain't really from the block you better say so

rappin bout a life they don't live

man this shit is gettin real

how you let these niggas in

all my niggas move them packs out them guns we let them blast out

got fiends at the crackhouse bitches with they ass out

you know they tryna cash out new stick and I'm a crash out

they want the smoke I'm bringin mad clouds

I be cookin up em bricks I be cookin up the hits

in the city with them steppers nigga you can ask around

you was actin like a bitch I was on my shit

took a risk they know I'm lit all my niggas they been down

I get money with my dawgs and I got some with me now

they don't know about the losses I know they can't relate

and when I'm standin before them pearly gates

Lord know everyday I put my family first

did my best even through the worst