Where would you be without love, huh?

Even with all this hate that Im surrounded by, I force myself to love them

Because the energy is real yo. The energy's real

I told you that I'd never stop / Got this summer on lock

New chain with the fresh fade from Willies Barber Shop

Shout out to Christopher too / That wading river swag

Hop in the Jag with Pinch, stickers and promo bag

I got the street team with every sign we stop

Hopping out the truck, Typ iLLs on the block, hold up

I see the shorty's I know, a little older now

Still fly as hell with the teeny boppers, they know the sound

What comes around, goes around so i settled down

Im still a flirt, sucker for skirts, tea kettle sound

Still wilding out when I'm popping bottles, you know where I be

Big up to every YDJIC

My posse my army / Petey, Joey and Tommy

Cousins and blood brothers, street hustlers, they got me

T-Y-P

Trust Your People / No evil in the lobby of the Marriott

Sip Bacardi til I'm carried out (lets go)

HOOK

And as the world turns, I can be a better man

But as the world burns I'm asking for a bigger fan

I love all my people

My boondocks and street bros

Back roads at midnight, crack open a bud light

A 12-pack, then we brews and cruise, listen to boot camp

Shout out to D.G. - about to be a new dad

My heart beats fast for my family in the struggle

My chest tightens up when I think of homeys who hustle

1 love to all Dominicans in spots that I be slinging in

Its all Love. I still pay the bills the government hit me with

A small snub inside of my jacket packing a ratchet

A Duce Duce in the Mitsubishi, you can ask Matik

Back when we had it like that. As a matter of fact?

I still have it but my rapping now is stabbing the track

That Ox work or Mos-berg, that's my word

Im still trained but still sane from war zones, my heart hurts

Hit the bar first with Bubba and start fights

Bag a bitch with a black eye but its all ...right

HOOK

Life is like a box a....

Just a boxer

Get knocked down and knocked out if you ain't standing proper

Started from the bottom now all the cameras gone' spot ya

Now you tryna act like your life can't handle the pappa - Razzi

Watch me. I work to hard for ya'll to stop me

My haters a dime a dozen thats a buck 20 for my team

Yea that adds up. Something for my chick

Stunting like Supa Dave. I'm flossing with John Jiggs

I roll with Sickness I told my homey stick with it

Hes gonna make it, I promise

My word is Born like an infant

I'm adding numbers to digits and digits of madd bitches

I'm never chasing these hoes, that's an oxymoron for riches, uh

I'm a real dude

So let me earn the throne

I got support from the streets, trust me i learned the code

Watch what you say like them burner phones

Barely smoke so its burning slow. Grinding so f*cking hard, its my turn to blow

HOOK