I'm in the hood posted up
Good weed, roll it up 
Like the blunt, let's smoke it up 
To balance out my lows and getting high as [bad word] 
I pray to God I don't lose sight
Of them goals a [bad word] been trying to reach
Sick as [bad word] of these fake niggas who don't know the [bad word] but be trying to preach
Niggas raised with them silver spoons while I had to eat with them plastic forks
Paper plates and paper cups 'cause real dishes mama couldn't afford
Young [bad word] just tryna make it, them niggas hating, it don't [bad word] matter
And them rappers y'all claim up next well [bad word] them and whoever after
'Cause real talk is my time and if you don't believe me, just watch, [bad word] 
Big bro got 10 years, he was cooking crack in them pots, [bad word] 
So I avoided that block, [bad word]  instead I roll with this rap [bad word] 
But if it came down to that trap [bad word] I could make a pack do a backflip
But I'm only touching this clean money, can't let the feds take another freedom
Niggas turning their back on me well [bad word] 'em all, I don't [bad word] need 'em
Born real and I'mma die the same, I just want the money and [bad word]  [bad word] the fame
Yeah, [bad word] the fame

I've been dealing with these issues listen, here's the situation
Homie hit my phone, you said my homie didn't make it 
Plus he found them bricks he had hidden in the basement
Moral of this story, boy, watch who you make a cake with

'Cause I've been through a lot more
I guess it's just a part of getting guap, though
They show love and you on top but you do not know
That this music [bad word] is something you would die for
'Cause I've been through a lot more
I guess it's just a part of getting guap, though
They show love and you on top but you do not know
That this music [bad word] is something you would die for
I'm going through it

Gold, weed and my swisher, promethazine and my spike, dog
Everyday I'm sipping that mixture
Every day I plan to get richer, rest in peace, Beezy, we miss you
Rolling with a squad of them Haitian niggas, if I say the word they gonna split you
Let them bullets fly and they'll hit you
So you [bad word] niggas better chill with it
I ain't the type to go starting [bad word] but if there is a problem, I'mma deal with it
This rap [bad word] is my meal ticket, couple bands a show, couple bands a verse
It ain't the most but [bad word] up 'cause just last year [bad word] was a lot worse
No luck involved, it was all work, yeah them niggas hating but they must suspect it
'Cause really nobody putting on a soul but me, [bad word]  and I'm proud to rep it
My lifestyle was once wild and reckless but I wised up and stopped [bad word] around
'Cause now so many looking up to a [bad word]  I ain't really gotta [bad word] but to hold it down, that's real

I've been dealing with these issues listen, here's the situation
Homie hit my phone, you said my homie didn't make it 
Plus he found them bricks he had hidden in the basement
Moral of this story, boy, watch who you make a cake with

'Cause I've been through a lot more
I guess it's just a part of getting guap, though
They show love and you on top but you do not know
That this music [bad word] is something you would die for
'Cause I've been through a lot more
I guess it's just a part of getting guap, though
They show love and you on top but you do not know
That this music [bad word] is something you would die for
I'm going through it