I'm on cash shit, not no gimmick shit Double cup, bitch, pour my feelings in I look at myself in the mirror, like I did this shit
We don't follow trends, we ain't fittin
In
A couple years ago, I was sittin' in the bricks
Went up and I made the whole gang proud, huh When I'm smokin' gas, you know I'm smokin
Loud, huh I'm good everywhere, even in the south, huh
Always had some hope, never had no doubt
I'm still trappin', even though I'm rappin
Bossed up on my old hoe, now she a fan, bitch Huh, I came from the gutter bitch
And I ain't had shit now I walk inside the mall got too much fans
Remember back then when I was broke, I think
That was last year
Ain't no make-believe, really, I just live
Like this You can't come around the 6 and think you run
There's too many hoes out, I can't pick, I
Can't decide shit
A couple years ago, my unc got locked up
Two years later, OG died, had me f*cked up I still shed tears, hope my father hear it
285 vision, made the vision clear