[Chorus]

I came from nothin', did it by myself

Was in the trenches, I ain't had no help

You would get whooped, nigga, with a belt

Bitch tryin' lie me, got me knelt

You ain't gotta always come in first place

'Cause life is a marathon, not a race

[Verse 1]

Bitch, I got that girl, get up out my face

Finna call my shawty, take her on a date

Bitch, I'm already late, nigga, fuck a Perc'

I was deep in that trap, nigga, watch me work

I was deep in that trap, nigga, watch me whip

Caught an opp with banana clip, watch him slip

And I'm [?]

And a choppa gon' crunch a nigga like a chip

Free all my niggas in the cell

You lost some money, nigga, oh well

He gon' switch, nigga, I can tell

.556 ring em' like a bell

Who's you foolin', you's a dummy

Ten shots to the tummy

I put yo' lights out to get funny

Sippin' that Wock', movin' like a mummy

I take his bread, leave em' with the crummies

She suck my dick, soundin' like a gummy

I just wan' grow more, can you teach me?

Remember when life really tryna' beat me

I was so down— ahem

I- I was down bad, had to get up

I need to strong, [?] do a sit-up

You tryna' link, get me on that FaceTime

You talkin' shit, nigga, I'ma make time

[?] it was the word, I heard through the grapevine

Ain't no quick shit, bitch, it take time

I really work hard, you can't take mine

Get me that bad bih', name Titi

Fake gun, that's a BB

Went through some [?], nigga come and see me

I be alone, everybody leave me

[Chorus]

Was in the trenches, I ain't had no help

You would get whooped, nigga, with a belt

Bitch tryin' lie me, got me knelt

You ain't gotta always come in first place

'Cause life is a marathon, not a race (Yeah)

[Verse 2]

I been workin' on me

You don't gotta talk, nigga, they gon' see

I do this for y'all, just wish we well

I went through some tough times, but I made it

I'm smokin' that good gas, got me faded

Nigga, I don't wan' talk, get up out my hotline

Two Glocks, I'mma pop mine

Shawty a eater, call that bih' Khalifa

Kickin' shit in the trap, not talkin' FIFA

When it come to that nighttime, I'm a creeper

Lay back in the choppa, nigga smokin' reefer

And I'm tryna' slide, nigga, in that Kia

No, you cannot hide, pussy boy I see ya'

Just call me a opp', he sell my [?]

[?] gon' seperate like Pangaea

We gon' walk in yo' crib, nigga, last I meet ya'

In that court nigga, he a [?]

In- In that court, nigga, he a talker

I'm tryna' bake shit, Betty Crocker

G19 make him use a walker (Gang)

[Outro]

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