[Verse 1: Noetic J]

Thinking about how I was raised

Thinking about bullets that grazed

So I look to God and pray

To look over my squad every day

Shine on us bright, ultraviolet rays

Do not let the devil Sting, like Tampa Bay

I'm on the move like Discovery, no house in one place

Packing this heat I wanna leap like Dwayne Wade

Lord protect me like shoes that are suede

I wanna be the best at the plate

In order to be one of the greats

So from all of these rappers I take

A little piece cut like it’s steak

I share with my Niggas like its bread that we break

My drive so high that I never break

I'm here to stay I'll never leave

I cannot be raked

I’m up so high like food, I am baked

Low eyes but very wide awake

As the sun rises in the studio I partake

Cutting samples of all sizes like its cake

My potential has no limiter like a Clipper, I'm L.A. Blake

[Chorus: Treva Holmes]

Grew up in one room with my cousins, my grandmama crib

Niggas shooting out at the park, I ain't talking rims

I'm talking killers and dealers, some of my mommas friend

Seen my first dead body at 6, RIP to him

Niggas stop throwing them hands and now they popping em

Shout to my Niggas in Memphis, they my partner them

Lord protect my squad and my fam, cause all I got is them

Friends getting robbed by they friends, don't keep a lot of them

Seen a lot of Niggas get buried in Roxbury

Seen a couple Niggas get blamed in Mattapan

My Nigga got four in the chest in Dorchester

Momma even cried at the funeral, lord bless her

[Verse 2: Noetic J]

All I got are some friends and my fam

Haters keep popping up like Internet scams

I erase thoughts rollin smoking grams

It gives me that power like a Hemi to a Ram

Going through the struggle tryna make room where it's crammed

Know your self-worth, be the leader of the band

Put yourself first in order to give helping hands

Haters full of thirst ready to sink you where you stand

Man, the worlds full of negativity

I'm tryna clear enemies like I'm clearing time for flexibility

Dodging all this hate like the pro shuttle for agility, NFL Combine, testing ones mobility

This life is always testing ones dignity

Snagging souls looking for those, will-power very rickety

Cold-hearted with no sympathy they come and go like entities

Know your own identity

Become your own celebrity

[Chorus: Treva Holmes]

Grew up in one room with my cousins, my grandmama crib

Niggas shooting out at the park, I ain’t talking rims

I’m talking killers and dealers, some of my mommas friend

Seen my first dead body at 6, RIP to him

Niggas stop throwing them hands and now they popping em

Shout to my Niggas in Memphis, they my partner them

Lord protect my squad and my fam, cause all I got is them

Friends getting robbed by they friends, don't keep a lot of them

Seen a lot of Niggas get buried in Roxbury

Seen a couple Niggas get blamed in Mattapan

My Nigga got four in the chest in Dorchester

Momma even cried at the funeral, lord bless her