Pop died at twenty-five, Biggie died at twenty-four
And it made me nervous, I just turned the same age a couple days ago
I'd be lying if I said I never saved her
But ho problems ain't no problem, so nigga, let it go
My past kinda ugly, what tomorrow bring? You never know
I done been through hell and back
Even left a note at the devil's door
And it read, "Before I sell my soul, I'll never do another show
Never write another verse, sell the next dope, stole my flow"
I ain't backing down from nothing, let's go toe-to-toe, blow for blow
Ask them niggas, bet they know
It was just me and Chevy in that store
We been up for nine days straight, got four more to go
I been hustlin' five ways if rap don't work no more
Grindin', I ain't shower, should've shaved, dirty-ass nigga
I'm just stuck inside my ways, I ain't a sad nigga
Better lock your heart in a cage like I did mine
If I ever said no for a pic', it was a bad time
Mention lil' bro name in a diss, that's when they start dyin'
Fuck 'em, I ain't got no opps, they all instinct
Crush the pill up so you can feel it instantly
My OG keep that white girl, he call her Emily
She always seem to help him when he low on energy
You wanna be a vamp? Come on, I got the remedy
Need to slow down off these drugs, this shit killin' me
Yes, I forgive, but ain't forget about her leavin' me
Just call me Martin Luther King 'cause I be sellin' dreams
Pray for my boy while he out here pushin' feta cheese
Open up them cell doors, let the bells ring
I do this shit for my lil' boy, he deserve everything
Chain hang to my dick, now bitch, pick it up and sing
Go 'head and talk on the mic, yeah, that's the kinda girl I like
Mama asked if I'm alright, she ain't
See no bags with hella Sprites in it
Smiley said, "Don't worry, bro, I'm good, I ain't got a life sentence"
Scrollin' through my email, I see a bunch of flights in it
I need my confirmation number, I'll be gone by tonight
Crazy thing is we all wrong, never right
Hope we don't gotta deal with it in the afterlife
If it's a price you pay, let me know right away
If I ain't on the stage, this rap shit means nothin'
High speed on the interstate doin' a hundred or somethin'
Make sure you drive that bitch and get away when they comin' for us
I only wanna fuck you anyway, that's what you come in here for
That bitch'll bust and shoot the bitch a couple hundred or somethin'
Somethin' like a muffin, I wake up, go get that bread in the morning
She think the only way to make sure
I'm okay is give me head, she so horny
They made me cringe, these niggas so corny
It was 3 a.m., I fell asleep in the foreign
It was me or them or niggas, I wasn't goin'
Just like Top, I gotta buy a opp, he try me, blow him
This shit don't stop, weather the storm