My story started in the 305, the Hialeah heat

Daddy loved the high more than the shoes upon my feet

That pink flamingo mist was the only thing I'd see

Before the needle took the color, left us in debris

"Tell me what happened to you, 'cause your guiding light is gone"

"You dreamed about the stage, now you got the .44 drawn"

(intensity rising slightly)

How can I believe it when the GBI kicked in the door?

Momma caught a RICO, fifteen years, crying on the floor

I raised my little brother, but the fire didn't fade away

Old Nat' and Bankhead raised me, nobody's got a word to say

Mommy, I only put my trust in me and my own mind

Digging ditches in the Louboutins, the asphalt made me blind

Kilo-K had showed me all the ropes to take control

The Architect was born, the Porsche Tower took its toll, I'm sorry

(voice cracking, emotional)

Sometimes I be sleeping in an agonizing state

Will it be the Kismet or the burning of the gates?

She told me, "KeY-KeY, never forget who you are inside

A pink and green Urus ain't gonna buy your peace of mind

I love you like the way that you adore your baby girl

I see you in her eyes, she's your blood, your whole world

Friends? Who?"

Whoever thinks they got a friend is holding onto fakes

They only loyal when the Cuban links are on the plate

Silence ain't peace, the AK switch is gonna make 'em brake

The Catalyst, the shooter, threw the FN in the lake

Queen of the South, I'll never let 'em hunt me on the run

Don't cry, I swear, I never wanna see you come undone

I also never want you visiting the federal

I don't wanna move the birds, singing is the pedestal

Until the day I die, I'm never gonna take a rest

GT4 up in the living room, I'm sweating through the test

Hunting Bal Harbour millions, even if I burn

One day soon, you ain't gonna have to wait your turn

Fuck everybody telling me they wouldn't sign my track

From sleeping in the hooptie, yeah we finally brought it back

A geographic body bag instead of bagging up the crack

The Drill Sergeant with the .223s is going to war

If I fall young, my girl will protect you at the door

I know there's certain things that all this paper cannot buy

I cannot buy a ticket just to reach the upper sky

If I go down in the indictment, they gon' have to hunt me down

The Rap Game Grim Reaper won't be caged up in this town

Because the Boss Diva never slaves to feed the system

If the money's missing, know what? We're gonna rob 'em, list 'em

Inconclusive on the stand, I got tired of the begging

Seven dollars for an hour, that's a dagger to the leg and—

Better buy a load of bricks and bag it in the crate

I gotta save you and my little girl from out this state

Before the Reaper comes and starts to separate our fate