The Origin Video (MV)

I take precautions, you run up on me, ain't scared to put some blood on my hands
I got anger flowing my veins since niggas rolled on my mans
Ain't no telling what happens next with me, unfolding my plans
I'm tryna leave the state and roll out with a Glock in my Benz
Since them Tonka truck four-wheelers, my mama knew I was go getter
But thought I'd never be a dope dealer
Trained to be ape, so when it's war, then I go gorilla
Ain't nothing plain as the pain of not having no skrilla

Pine Hills born, but I'm Glasgow raised
Either way, jit, I'm from four, that Orange Grove in the state
I was brought up as a church baby, praised the lord everyday
But I saw struggle with no hope that made me fold on my faith
Every day I see mama always outside, trying to scavenger every dollar
Father come home from business, he snatching me by my collar
Pessimistic and I don't listen, I know he want me to glisten
But he couldn't take the feeling of knowing his kid ain't Christian
Welcome mat say "Bless this Home", and I'ma act in different
Can't be thankful for the roof, cause it could collapse at any minute
Mattress on the floor, eating Cheerios with no milk in the kitchen
Go to school with no decent clothes, they hand me downs or they knitted
As I got older I was bumping all the drill shit
Channeling anger that made me want up to kill shit
I was getting robbed of my dollars, apologized to the father
Cause by the time I had dodged them blue collars I wouldn't feel shit

I take precautions, you run up on me, ain't scared to put some blood on my hands
I got anger flowing my veins since niggas rolled on my mans
Ain't no telling what happens next with me, unfolding my plans
I'm tryna leave the state and roll out with a Glock in my Benz
Since them Tonka truck four-wheelers, my mama knew I was go getter
But thought I'd never be a dope dealer
Trained to be ape, so when it's war, then I go gorilla
Ain't nothing plain as the pain of not having no skrilla

Fourteen years old, I started cutting class
Cuts on my arms, bloody knuckles stemming from broken glass
I'm antisocial, and all I want is to roll in cash
Got me a bag, soon as I stopped being the punching bag
I was far from a G, I just had some niggas around me
Was still posted twisting my fingers with polices surrounding
Percocets, codeine, magazines, and Promethazine got me cloudy
I'm heavy holding, and barely been dodging locks in the county
Before I reached my teen years, found me in the morning you would see tears
Taking beatings, screamings, I breathe fear
PTSD, I can't heal from the things I seen here
That's why I cling and then distance before I leave tears
Grew to self-sabotage, show love, and then hate it
Maybe 'cause when I reached my lowest, needing holding, they waited
My face too hot, so it's no Glock inside a holster
My blade attached to my hip, I'm Siamese to Oakster

I take precautions, you run up on me, ain't scared to put some blood on my hands
I got anger flowing my veins since niggas rolled on my mans
Ain't no telling what happens next with me, unfolding my plans
I'm tryna leave the state and roll out with a Glock in my Benz
Since them Tonka truck four-wheelers, my mama knew I was go getter
But thought I'd never be a dope dealer
Trained to be ape, so when it's war, then I go gorilla
Ain't nothing plain as the pain of not having no skrilla