Was it worth being solid in a world full of fuck ****?
Poker face on one billion, I can't lie though, it fuck with me
I ain't blood if bein' cocky, they say, "What's poppin'?" It's us, really
I cut off the extra baggage, now the jet is much bigger
I already asked God for forgiveness, he must get him
Cut my hand off if I dap them **** up, I can't feel 'em
When you thuggin', it's like, fuck it, when then judge give life sentences
Fifteen years in it, I guarantee you feel different
I can move to Palm Springs, ain't fuck the hood, it's still in me
Really stopped the bros from smackin' that boy cold, he still trippin'
We the ones who got the money back then, we still gettin' it
Went legit and tried to take care of my guys, they try to flip it
If the judge tryna catch a case, they retain lawyers with the quickness
If my **** catch a charge, I'm right there for 'em, what's the difference?
They can't fuck with me at all, they pay the blogs to tell you different
I don't do this shit for fuckboys so you ain't gotta listen
I ain't getting this shit for clout, I'm tryna leave businesses for my children
I ain't pickin' sides with rappers, if it ain't us, it ain't my business
I done doubled on my grind, I keep on climbin' off from the trenches
Get a million, you think everything is alright, it ain't that simple
Irritating, but if I pop 'em, it get worse, these **** pimples
Really gave this bitch my time, when she weren't worth it, I should've pimped it
Ready to kill and die for what I believe, I'm big on principles
Through the youngin' crashin' out, this shit been fuckin' with me mentally, man
Whoa, thinkin' about the pain and the trauma that I done been through
Thankful for the islands and countries that we done been to
If it wasn't for all my accolades and **** making rats cool
Lil' boy, you know I would drench you
Internet nerds tryna tell us how the street feel
Ten years strong, I ain't even reach my peak still
Fifty million and I keep my masters, that's a sweet deal
Yeah, VVS' cover all my scars like I'm Meek Mill
Dray got life, I pay the lawyer, damn, I hope he beat 'ppeal
Take me out the hood, but my heart is in the street still
They tearin' down the real ones
You ain't never had a gangsta, baby, come and feel one
Say you ain't no real killer, ****, till you kill one
I came out the womb as one of them and I'm still one
The syrup runneth over, I pour all my feelings and emotions in a soda
She say that she love me, but I feel she got a motive
Would you suck my dick the way you do if I was local?
21 4L, I throw the Roc up like I'm Hova
**** shot me up, I put the hood on my shoulder
I'ma stand on principles and morals till it's over
Thought you had to rap 'bout what you live and I got older
I come from the trenches where it's plastic on the sofa
Thirty in his britches, he ain't never seen a holster
Mama always workin', his environment done coached 'em
And 'bout five thousand dollars, ****, he'll toast ya
Runnin' 'round hungry, shit'll turn you to a soldier
They can't wait to kill you and kill whoever post ya
He fightin' a case, he swear that him and God closer
Soon as he get free, he turnin' right back to a vulture
Thuggin' in these streets, ****, I can't blame ya
Tryna feed your fam, dog, I can't blame ya
Product of environment, so I can't shame ya
Yeah, I'm just like you, but I got famous
If I had a super power, I would save ya
We all from the ghetto where it ain't no favors

Writer(s): Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Keanu Torres, Antonio Rocco Zito, Deshawn Jackson, Dominique Armani Jones, Jeremiah Raisen & Brandon Mitchell.