Came up , home broke , ain’t have dollars or a father

Kangol , phone go for the block iguodola

Range no , 10 toes , transportation and my motto

Bitch was thirsty for the dick , gave me top until she swallowed

I been popping bottles cuz my heart been feeling hollow

Lean up out the bottle , he want beef we fed him hollows

Drink up in my left , blunt full of death like the hollows in my right hand

Right hand man flipped like some McDonalds patties on the grill

Baddies in my ear , say they like my grill

I ain’t got a grill , fuck it Imma fuck em still , steel hard pipe , used to steal at night , started trappin thru the night , just to get my momma right

I been riding round wit a lot of shit up on my mind

When it’s my time

I ain’t got shit for a nigga but the time

Slip and slide on the ice

Yeah you tried but step aside

Woulda died if I had my life

But I gotta strive

I’m tryna thrive , I can’t just survive

Tryna more than maintain

Smoking propane , know dats gang gang

Match my main thing

And the nigga wit my same face

Tryna save capes

So I stopped popping out tryna save days

Real feelings popping out , got me seeing that the gang changed and the games changed

Young Freshie finna change lanes

It ain’t bout the change

That shit lame

And I mean it mayne

You ain’t talkin change

Ain’t no need for me to say a thang