[ Featuring Ray ]
Ya thought I couldn't sing, them bitches on my back
I finished up a run, they running up the cap
Dealing hook on a hook, gotta wrap up the rap
Yea, ima keep it a real now
You wanna be with me, I be shootin my shot but you leading me on with the damn fouls
Like, play ball wanna play ball?
Shawty want a 6'5 for?
She shittin on me and I'll put it on bro, but I'm losing my flow
She wanna talk on the low?
Head on the innocence, shit I ain't know
But keep it on the real with me, I've been out with the gang in the big city, take a chance in advance with the new shawty, gotta bet if she willing to deal with me
Can I keep it official, been talking a lot, when I grew in my hood all the girls gettin stalked, f*cking wanted a change said this shit was enough, I was scared for my sisters if they ran out luck
I was on my own tryna get money, needa pay bills two jobs ain't funny
Letting go of the place packin all of our bags, find a place on the map, murder scene in the past
I been thinking a lot, cause shit with my future gon cost me a lot
But I went with my heart cause I been finna knew I was gon get me a bag this shit all was for u
Like lets keep it a stack, I was raised by my parents they carried my back, gotta prove what I'm worth, gotta stand never lack, if I work on my own I'm always gon pray for the sack
I know I can sing but ya put me down to the ground
Wrote a letter to my future self, said hope I'm never needy, gotta take care of my mental health, the cycle repeated
From these traumatizing streets I'm from, mama said wont be easy but I try keeping that to myself, warning to be heeded
I try to hide from the pain I've caused, and trouble that I've been in, reset the clock, hoping people never get in, to private thoughts, psychotic plots, all sane to me, but please believe I'm jus like ya, from the top, quick stop, anytime you can call, but not for tracks I'm done with this, my final verse, leave ya with this
End of a chapter, moving on swiftly, all this started joking bout a Bentley, and falling in love with this sport as an art and the sorry attempts to be what I'm not,
Gonna miss the rhymes and the golden times, like yeah it sucks, but some people find that these words are a meaning of pain in my journey to weigh in, exacerbating, the misinformation thats had me misjudged, all my life,
Not only a song but end an era, all along,
Done with the move and forget, the pain and the sorrow,
Wondering what its gon be like tomorrow, getting back up and I'm taking the charge,
Started this journey with nothing but words but end of the day, yeah, we forged them to bars
