[Verse] I grew up without my dad Cause he got killed by my brother's mom Word on the street is that she stabbed him a couple times Found out that he had another girl pregnant Tryna let it go but but her pop wouldn't let it Thots saying murder so she picked up a weapon Knife to the chest, now there's no more Fredrick, damn Was too young to even be sad though Everything was all cool cause I had more He was more than an uncle, he was more like a brother Matter of fact he was more like my dad though Took part of my soul when they killed him Seven twelve oh-seven shit got real One shot to the chest can't be real To this day man y'all don't know how I feel Still wanna call your phone But I know that you won't answer, I feel all alone Streets raised me, mom did what she could Tryna raise five bad boys in the hood By the age of thirteen nigga I was smoking weed Got my hands on a gun same day I caught a jug Kicked out the crib mom's tired of the cops knocking Dropped out of high school, said fuck college Just a young nigga out here with no guidance Skinny nigga that was never scared of nobody I caught a juvenile case, yeah they sat me down Couple months in Arizona now I'm back around Fuck no, no lessons learned I came home thinkin' it's my turn On probation still catching cases Still smoking weed, now I'm on the run While later, man I ran into some money Lord knows couldn't tell me nothin' I'm for real when they copped [?] [?] jewelry me and mean, we was stuntin' But you know that ain't last long Like i said I was on the run Nigga caught another case and they sent me upstate Hard time, wasn't nothin' fun Whole time I was up there snappin' No friends, no fam, what happened No mail, no texts got a nigga catchin' wreck in the mountains I was up there stressin' Writin' songs made time go by 'Till my celly said rock you hot I'm for real, you can probably get a deal Matter fact let's take it to the yard outside I spit a verse and sung a hook and they said bring it back Young boy, you got that work, you really in your bag Came home and I'm fucking up the game now Niggas mad cause I rap and sing now Hell yeah I done made my own lane now Watch this R&B shit be flames now Watch this R&B shit be flames nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
