Not gon hear from me

I know a couple muh fuckas wasn't there for me

Down bad, no help, ain't no care for me

Outside, two sweaters put the heat on me

Walking in my city, bodies dropping, momma praying for me

Losing all my brothers to the street life

I was hooping high school, with my brodies

Now I'm making moves, just so I can eat right

With my bro's I was starvin', now we making moves

Ain't No Stallin'

Now the money callin', gotta stack it, gotta make it

Ain't no fallin'

But my shawty keep calling, that's my baby on the line

While I'm ballin'

While I'm ballin'

That's my shawty on the line, when I'm ballin'