Rags to riches, **** came from the bottom
Hood rats, now a **** fuckin' on models
Ridin' in the foreign, remember ridin' on MARTA
Grind got harder and my mind got smarter
I was gettin' bags for the cheap
When I ain't had money, I was robbin', ****
I was gettin' bags for the free
21 Gang, they were right beside me
And they still with me, ****, I'm on TV
Couple **** switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em
I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I'm too street smart, ****, to serve a undercover
**** tryna clone a ****'s shit, damn, woah
Used to drive a hotbox, shit, Lambo
**** want a handout, shit, mine broke
I grinded for this shit, I grinded for this shit
Can't change on my game, **** still here
Kinda hard to change my ways, 'cause the shit real
**** rappin' 'bout shit they ain't even lived
**** lyin', I can hear it in they ad libs
I'm poppin' Percocets, bitch, not Advil
It's kinda fucked up, what they did to Blac, damn
If I catch him in the trap, I'ma whack him
I catch that boy in traffic, ****, I'ma whack him
****, try to keep up with this fashion
Makin' sure my kids happy
They dependent on they daddy
Tryin' not to let the streets distract me
I know it's bumps in the road like acne
Had to sell dope, I couldn't be a athlete
I'm a solid young ****, you can ask C
The internet ain't gon' help you understand me
I'm a street ****, yeah, I'm famous
I'm a rapper, ****, and I'm gangbangin'
Everybody kill a ****, what you claimin'?
Everybody get it with your **** flamin'
All these chains on a **** like I'm stranglin'
Ran off with yo' money ****, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain't bangin'
In the hood everyday, I'm hangin'
And I come through when the gang need
And I wear shades so they can't see
And I pay them lawyers and them bond fees
**** one thousand, I'm beyond G
I put my main bitch inside Givenchy
**** still askin', "Can you front me?"
My old hoe sayin', "Boy, you growed up"
Promethazine, it got a **** slowed up
Too solid, pussy **** can't disclose us
Went and seen Eliante, and he froze us
I'm too street to walk around with my nose up
Especially to the **** knew me 'fore I blowed up
Savage mode drop, now my price'll go up
Streets cold, ****, they ain't showin' no love
**** get in front of judge and they fold up
Face shot, hit that boy with a whole dub
I'm a street ****, yeah, I'm famous
I'm a rapper, ****, and I'm gangbangin'
Everybody kill a ****, what you claimin'?
Everybody get it with your **** flamin'
All these chains on a **** like I'm stranglin'
Ran off with yo' money ****, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain't bangin'
In the hood everyday, I'm hangin'
Couple **** switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em
I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I'm too street smart, ****, to serve a undercover

Writer(s): Shayaa Joseph, Leland Wayne & Xavier Dotson.