[Parte 1: Lil Baby]
When you got so much on your mind that you can't sleep right
Run up fifty million, somehow still ducking this street life (Life)
Set the hood on fire and they put cameras on our street light (Light)
Got a lean appetite, if I don't smoke, then I can't eat right
And I'm a father, rapping, hustling-ass nigga, I live three lives
I'm a young black man, so to society, I got three strikes
I've been tryna change my life up, for real, but it don't seem right
Ayy, heard the opps been popping out at clubs, give brodie'nem the green light, they get flipped
Magic City-ass niggas, see 'em, they get stripped
Acting like they with it, no, they aingt, I just don't get it
I try to put my foot in your shoes, but it just wouldn't fit
When you got Jewish lawyers worth seven figures, a charge won't stick
And anytime I feel uncomfortable, I'm upping my blick
Went to the White House, met the president for my niggas in the system
It's kind of crazy that we beefing, I got love for your sister
But I been somewhere counting money up 'til my hand get a blister
And I been thinking 'bout stealing your heart, but I'm still iffy
And we been f*cking from the start, but now this shit feel different
I know you tired of hearing me talk, but, bae, I need you to listen
We started all this shit from nothing, look how I ran up them digits, yeah (Woo)
Plain clothes spillers (Yeah)
From elementary to middle school, I'm with the same niggas
I'll never say nothing sour about you cause I aingt bitter
I don't care if he got a billion of dollars, I'm still realer
We call X pills Skittles and Percocets Percs
This my last time trying this shit, I hope it work (I hope it work)
I did all that for you to turn sour, hope it was worth it (Worth it)
If you pray together, you stay together, I took her ass to church (Church)
And I done ran out of handouts, you better take your ass to work
And I call it how I see it, hope I don't come off as a jerk
Me and my dog made a lil' bet for a hundred bands he won't take a Perc' (Bands)
Me and my dogs got a understanding for a hundred bands
[Parte 2: G Herbo]
Uh (Uh), I be scaling through the trenches, try and tell real from the fake
Really had to master having distance, so I wouldn't fall for the bait (Ugh)
Young niggas slip through the system, couldn't fall victim to the state
We made sure the hood ate and still fell victim to the hate (Damn)
Had to find my confidence cause I'm that nigga, no debate (G Herbo)
And I faced the consequences for always handing out my plate
I was working 'round the clock, I told my bitch, "I'm gon' be late"
Real hustler, I lost seven figures, now I'm having eight, yeah (Woo)
Now I feel Jay – The Blueprint, now I'm in L.A. in new whips
Riding in the Lamb' with two sticks, taking all my kids to Ruth Chris
Heard the block say they miss me, gotta stay free, I keep distance
Opps aingt alive
Who missing? Swerve still'll slide
Who dissing? (Dissing)
I aingt never lacked, cops knew the slang, I don't know the vibe
Who snitching?
Pride to the side, when you went broke, every single time, who fixed it? (Fixed it)
I was on point for the team, had to smoke doinks just to dream
Had to mix Percs with the lean, still was the first at the scene
I was f*cked up mentally, bae, I said some shit that hurt, I aingt mean it (I aingt mean it)
Hoes don't mean shit to me, I know that they'll take a Birk' before a ring (I know that they'll take a Birk' before a ring)
Woke up crying out my sleep, I had to pray off my demons
Next day I went to f*ck up 50K off at Neimans
My OG say she don't like when I'm in the 'Raq, I don't neither
But I still go back to make sure shit intact, I'm a leader
Went to Gladiator School, I'm a true, I'm a meter
In attendance, had the bag for my repentance, I'm decent
If I gotta up my strap and let it clap, I don't need it
Call my lawyer up with five hundred racks, I'ma beat it
I keep speaking 'bout some shit, feel like it never happened (Feel like it never ever happened)
Niggas really out here snitching and they still rapping
I'm a natural-born savage, I aingt average
Never show my weakness, so I'm weeping while in traffic
Six mansions in, I come from sleeping on a mattress
Men don't respond to Instagram, I let 'em have it (I let 'em have it, they could have that shit)
[Outro: G Herbo]
Swerve, Wham, we on
We on (They know we on)
We on that (Let's get it)
But it's never been about that
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