[Intro]

(CHEK Beatz)

Nigga's really--

Know my nigga's really--

Know we run the city--

I need a fucking milli'--

[Verse 1]

Uh, look

Rapping back in school never thought it made me cool

Mum said "focus on your book" because she didn't raise a fool

I'm a product of my ends, what was I supposed to do?

All my nigga's really scamming, bussin' gun and selling food

And that's all we ever knew

The kicks were never new

Got so tired of being broke so I had to make a move

Started grinding with my nigga's, bit off more than I can chew

Now I got nigga's tryna' lick me cos we licked him and his crew

And now I'm paro on the roads, nigga's wanna turn me ghost

If it's sticky, back my flicky, I won't let 'em take my soul

Know the pain of losing bro's 'cause I really lost a bro

When I sleep I grip the sheets, see him walkin' down that road

And he never made it home

Mummy called her son, he wasn't picking up the phone

Somethin' wasn't right and she can feel it in her dome

Ever since that day I'm screaming R.I.P Chrome

Free all of my woes

[Bridge]

Heart turned sicker, can't trust no nigga

Bro with the dipper, make man turn sprinter

They push their friends, let's see who can run quicker

Somethin' get's dropped, they grieve and pour liquor

Society will never understand why we do this

Life chose us, we didn't choose it

Yesterday I hit the stu' and made some brand new music

More than rap, we really do this

[Hook]

I love me

And it's "fuck you" if it's fuck me

Broke days, no cake, pockets empty

Now we're whipping somethin' foreign on the front-street

Yeah

Like, what are you really gonna do when we come through?

Blow smoke, so high I can touch the moon

Different day, same shit, ain't nuttin new

[Verse]

Fiending for these racks, on my life I'll never rat

If you snitch you get a stitch, see that boy we circle back

Free my brothers in the can, I can't wait until they land

Tryna' lock up all my people, it's a struggle being black

It's a struggle being brass, tough times never last

Only tough people do, that's why I'm rapping on this track

Seem like everybody bad, I don't listen to the gas

Because everybody's on until something turn pack

Until something turn spliff

Grab the rizla with some chip

Got this shawty say she love me, I ain't really into fibs

I just gave her all my kids, never give a hoe my kids, all these nigga's really kids, I've been grinding since a kid

I ain't broke, I ain't rich, I just get it how I live

Broski's in the trap, watch him bruk it into bits

CC, we seeing fig's

YP, P and 6

J Weezy that's my jeezy, for that boy you hold a clip

[Bridge]

Heart turned sicker, can't trust no nigga

Bro with the dipper, make man turn sprinter

They push their friends, let's see who can run quicker

Somethin' get's dropped, they grieve and pour liquor

Society will never understand why we do this

Life chose us, we didn't choose it

Yesterday I hit the stu' and made some brand new music

More than rap, we really do this

[Hook]

I love me

And it's "fuck you" if it's fuck me

Broke days, no cake, pockets empty

Now we're whipping somethin' foreign on the front-street

Yeah

Like, what are you really gonna do when we come through?

Blow smoke, so high I can touch the moon

Different day, same shit, ain't nuttin new

I love me

And it's "fuck you" if it's fuck me

Broke days, no cake, pockets empty

Now we're whipping somethin' foreign on the front-street

Yeah

Like, what are you really gonna do when we come through?

Blow smoke, so high I can touch the moon

Different day, same shit, ain't nuttin new