Family on that poverty line and that's a sad thing
Spent most Sunday's copping them bargains
Struggling to pay for items I'm not lying
Thats how I got good at robbing with the security spying
I used to go to school with holes in my shoes and constantly starving
My 8th-grade yearbook
Had bars written in the margins
Cuz music was the remedy
The teachers were the enemies
They tried to do better by me
But they had a vendetta against me
Young boys selling drugs thinking its a luxury
Saying blood, kissing teeth and wearing fake Burberry
I'm spitting in this booth on the mic I'm so damn hungry
Never gonna seek success if you hang around with the fake f*ckerys
F*ck all them niggas in my class
I'm goin down my own f*ckin path
Trying to be positive
Miss me with that gossip
I murder on beat and this beat is toxic
Why you sly for?
Why you try pull up on my man for?
Why you got something to fight for?
Why you ready to die for?
I get out the car and I'm raising my fist, I get out the car with no blaze and sticks.
Words are my weapons you're taking them hits
Pussy hole man your still blazing them twigs.
Calling up man just to settle your fix
You call up a clash just to balance your mix
One man mission that Is my decision
Spitting all these fact never spitting fiction if I released this track hits would be a million
You f*ck niggas aint shit u jus trippin
And off this lean I be sippin
Your boys stay dippin and my cars stay whipin
While these bars I be spittin
These niggas startin callin me pippen
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Family on that poverty line and that's a sad thing
Spent most Sunday's copping them bargains
Struggling to pay for items I'm not lying
Thats how I got good at robbing with the security spying
I used to go to school with holes in my shoes and constantly starving
My 8th-grade yearbook
Had bars written in the margins
Cuz music was the remedy
The teachers were the enemies
They tried to do better by me
But they had a vendetta against me
Young boys selling drugs thinking its a luxury
Saying blood, kissing teeth and wearing fake Burberry
I'm spitting in this booth on the mic I'm so damn hungry
Never gonna seek success if you hang around with the fake f*ckerys
F*ck all them niggas in my class
I'm goin down my own f*ckin path
Trying to be positive
Miss me with that gossip
I murder on beat and this beat is toxic
Why you sly for?
Why you try pull up on my man for?
Why you got something to fight for?
Why you ready to die for?
I get out the car and I'm raising my fist, I get out the car with no blaze and sticks.
Words are my weapons you're taking them hits
Pussy hole man your still blazing them twigs.
Calling up man just to settle your fix
You call up a clash just to balance your mix
One man mission that Is my decision
Spitting all these fact never spitting fiction if I released this track hits would be a million
You f*ck niggas aint shit u jus trippin
And off this lean I be sippin
Your boys stay dippin and my cars stay whipin
While these bars I be spittin
These niggas startin callin me pippen
Spent most Sunday's copping them bargains
Struggling to pay for items I'm not lying
Thats how I got good at robbing with the security spying
I used to go to school with holes in my shoes and constantly starving
My 8th-grade yearbook
Had bars written in the margins
Cuz music was the remedy
The teachers were the enemies
They tried to do better by me
But they had a vendetta against me
Young boys selling drugs thinking its a luxury
Saying blood, kissing teeth and wearing fake Burberry
I'm spitting in this booth on the mic I'm so damn hungry
Never gonna seek success if you hang around with the fake f*ckerys
F*ck all them niggas in my class
I'm goin down my own f*ckin path
Trying to be positive
Miss me with that gossip
I murder on beat and this beat is toxic
Why you sly for?
Why you try pull up on my man for?
Why you got something to fight for?
Why you ready to die for?
I get out the car and I'm raising my fist, I get out the car with no blaze and sticks.
Words are my weapons you're taking them hits
Pussy hole man your still blazing them twigs.
Calling up man just to settle your fix
You call up a clash just to balance your mix
One man mission that Is my decision
Spitting all these fact never spitting fiction if I released this track hits would be a million
You f*ck niggas aint shit u jus trippin
And off this lean I be sippin
Your boys stay dippin and my cars stay whipin
While these bars I be spittin
These niggas startin callin me pippen
Writer: Josh Bonin
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