Verse 1

Lord knows I can’t be tamed

Go Vette’ couldn’t drop the range

My head is not the same

They said my dawg die, how many times I prayed?

They tryna rock with gang but they can’t rock this tidal wave

Used to walk on n*ggas, but now I walk on beats

But I’m the grim reaper dawg how you gone come for me?

It was cold as hell in the house you ain’t try to comfort me

I just seen a couple hundred thousand when shit was ugly

This shit paid off

Ain take no days off

Been grinding n*gga baseball

The first time I shot fire swear I was way off

Been where I come from but look at whеre I’m headed

Thе fame came with my name but I wasn’t ready

I stopped from coming round them n*ggas had got jealous

I still go A up 1 ain trippin’ bout margiela

Young n*gga tryna take care of my sister

Any n*gga disrespect you know we crushed em’

Everybody with me shoot like rondo #9

If I say I love you then I mean I ain’t never lied

Seen his right hand, get on the stand and then he testified

I can’t trust him swear I seen the n*gga testify

I was fucked up taking guns and selling fire

Stay away from n*ggas that’s what my momma said

Be the man of the house that’s what my momma did

And I’m my momma kid

You ever seen a kill nah fuck you ever caught a kill?

And the first time that shit ain right that shit fuck wit yo head

And I had told my dawg I love him before I seen him dead

And that shit left me heartless

I can’t talk about my pain

I’d rather go record it

We come from the slums we tryna ball just like Jordan

Couple rapper’s tryna be like me let’s go to Maury

Ma I know I put you through a lot I know I’m sorry

Weak I couldn’t even get a meal I had to borrow

Bankroll sitting beside the mattress still got taller

Momma couldn’t pay utilities now we got water

I don’t even think that shit would matter if I go harder

Pull up and explore a n*gga block just like Dora

If a nigga ever catch me he can’t run

Niggas taking bout smoke knowing they don’t want none

Nigga I got big Fee Fi Fo Fum

Know I’m chosen, I can’t hold it

Love his dawg to death so when he told he can’t roll em’

500 guns but when we post we can’t post em

I know I ain’t happy but I know I can’t show em’

Yeah trap jumping out the gym shit be fucking up my growing

You wrong I had left him

TB forever

TV on the floor so we ain never had a dresser

Rats tryna get in come round fuckin up my cheddar

I been turning up I’m on a whole ‘nother level

Couple times I fell it was some holes in the gravel

Why the hell they trying when they know I ain’t no rapper?

Why they hell they trying when they know that ima OD?

Sliding on they block

Like everyday they can’t get no sleep

How the hell they gone beef with my gang? they know we roast beef

How the hell they thinking I’m the same they must don’t know me ?

Why the hell wanna try me ? Know I ain going

How the hell they come and sign me? I ain’t no artist

I been being humble but I’m probably the hardest

Put her in the foreign she tired of the Hondas

Tryna have 100 kids got tired of the condoms

I can do whatever I survived in the jungle

I had spent a whole year writing on a bunk

I remember I shed tears dreaming bout my uncle

Know I got my dawg he lost his dad and his momma

Stolen hell cats we getting tags off of Hondas

I don’t never party, in my bag all summer

Only time I ranned if the task force coming (x3)