Word 4 Word Video (MV)

I started out small (Small), now I'm worth a couple digits
Same nigga from the trenches, ain't shit change but my image (nothin')

Ay you know sometimes you just writin'
Smokin' and reflectin' at the same time
Thinkin' 'bout the past, the present, the future
Talkin' to yourself, word 4 word
(Ayy, facts)

True it was bad, but could've been worse
I'm ridin' a Hellcat, not a hearse
Took over at home, then jumped off the curb
Now all of my shows, they word 4 word (how you was?)
Broke so long, thought I was cursed (yeah, I had started to think there was shit wrong with me, huh)
I got some profit off my pain (I'm up)
You hear the hurt in every verse (ayy, listen)
Every once in a while, I gotta remind myself, I'm that nigga (motivate me)
Every once in a while, I go back and try to help the ones in the trenches (where I come from)
Don't really talk to the mother of my child but we f*ck every once in a while (you know how it is)
I told my lil' nigga don't take it to trial, we talk every once in a while (word 4 word)

He came thru for me before I was famous, Dan Joe was trappin' on Cambridge (I remember)
Don't get it f*cked up when I say I'm heartless, that do not mean that I'm painless
Mike got in the feds for slangin' birds gone forever but that ain't what he deserved
Told him hold up his head, here go some bread
He said: "Bro, I feel dead.", that's word 4 word
If you made out the trenches then celebrate (made it out, then toast up)
You know you doin' some right whenever they hella hate (you on they ass I heard)
Killin' the game, boostin' up the murder rate, kill 'em with kindness send 'em to better a place
Every once in awhile I just meditate, might have to run this back let it marinate (rewind)
Is only so much of the f*ckery, that a young nigga can take (so much I can handle)
I'm thinkin' more learnin' and knowin' that most of this shit I heard fake (this shit be fugazi)
How you gon' up and say I'm not one hunnid, you ate off my plate (you ate from my table)
Tryna convince me to crash, I never go for the bait (I can't do that)

True it was bad, but could've been worse
I'm ridin' a Hellcat, not a hearse
Took over at home, then jumped off the curb
Now all of my shows, they word 4 word (how you was?)
Broke so long, thought I was cursed (yeah, I had started to think there was shit wrong with me, huh)
I got some profit off my pain (I'm up)
You hear the hurt in every verse (ayy, listen)
Every once in a while, I gotta remind myself, I'm that nigga (motivate me)
Every once in a while, I go back and try to help the ones in the trenches (where I come from)
Don't really talk to the mother of my child but we f*ck every once in a while (you know how it is)
I told my lil' nigga don't take it to trial, we talk every once in a while (word 4 word)

Had to lift up my self like the weed do
Told a couple people: "I don't need you" (I don't)
You ain't in my way nigga, you see-through (where you at?)
Never seen the struggle, we ain't equal (not the same)
Bitch walk around the house, hollering at new nigga me
She say that shit just to trigger me
Say she can't deal with me, don't give a f*ck if you don't (why?)
Still can f*ck when I want
Told all my niggas time to boss up (boss up)
If your feet ain't planted you get crossed out (crossed out)
No jewelry today, put the floss up (put up)
Don't they seen the ghost when I walked up (couldn't believe it)
Gotta fight to live when you in that field (real shit)
I feel for the killer, now who got killed?
I'm smokin' a blunt, talkin' to the mirror (why?)
It's the only thing that can see me clearly (hey)

True it was bad, but could've been worse
I'm ridin' a Hellcat, not a hearse
Took over at home, then jumped off the curb
Now all of my shows, they word 4 word (How you was?)
Broke so long, thought I was cursed (yeah, I had started to think there was shit wrong with me, huh)
I got some profit off my pain (I'm up)
You hear the hurt in every verse (ayy, listen)
Every once in a while, I gotta remind myself, I'm that nigga (motivate me)
Every once in a while, I go back and try to help the ones in the trenches (where I come from)
Don't really talk to the mother of my child but we f*ck every once in a while (you know how it is)
I told my lil' nigga don't take it to trial, we talk every once in a while (word 4 word)

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