LYRICS
I don't give a ****, *****
So why'd they evict you, bro?
Feel this cage when that acid fade
Face the same, but your mind has changed
You desire a stable home
I acquire fame at naming hoes
Contemplating ways of getting dome
Plotting on my neighbors
Asking God for favors, guess he isn’t home
Probably ‘cause that ******* faith I didn’t show
Skippin church, flip the work
Hit the dirt like Tommy Drummond b***h
Grew up in a home that papa wasn’t in
Came up off of work that my conscience wasn't in
Either way it goes, a lot is getting hit
And if it wasn’t hoes, then it probably was a lick
Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin
Sweaty D-A dollar top lotto picks
Promise that I'm not the one to ******* plot against
Love him, but my father ain't my ************* friend
Trying to figure out how to start a ************* end
Trend dodging, keep a b***h by me
Back roll
Garbage bag full of Xans
Place myself to rap still, *****, cash is in hand
Packs get vac sealed like the Tin Man
Cardiac still missing, is it past real?
Get it, work make Guinness
Don’t know where I’m going, don’t know where I been
Never trust these hoes, can’t even trust my friends
Tell that b***h to roll up, ******* with some grown ups
Don’t know where I’m going, don’t know where I been
Never trust these hoes, can’t even trust my friends
Tell that b***h to roll up, ******* with some grown ups
My mama wonder why it never seem to reach
See my daddy in the way I'm acting
And my facial features
Just trying to put you on, dawg, I came from teachers
Take the plate and clean it, *****, I’m a dog
Tell her hit or miss me with the ******* monologue
Lord, I can't fight it, know I'm tryna brawl
Get a copper hauled off
****, I'm the type of ***** that you cop your raw off
Popping hoes
Grab the board and these ****** call charge
Chain switches jerseys like it's all star
Press the OnStar, think it's all lost