8, about the weight, being in the hood with no escape, learn from my mistakes, sentence on the case Back when I was 5 years old I knew that I was gon' be great, I found my gift in music back around the age of 8 I knew I'd be successful if it was more about the weight, so unacceptable as being in the hood with no escape My momma told me right but I just learned from my mistakes, started washing up the day I caught sentences on the case Hunger pain shaped me to the way I am today, I gotta live with it, feelings that won't ever go away Not everyday I pray but that ain't nothing cute to say, the money good but how I know my budget's finna stay Put my all into this music, I ain't make it here to play, came a long way from booking niggas, me and Trigger Trey Okay, I'm just tryna shed a little bit of light, and motivate them kids who haven't found they way of life Remember I ain't had nowhere to lay my head at night, trappin' on the block, I was selling weed and dirty Sprite Don't wait until you hurtin' before you choose to play the Christ, shoot all my packs, you haven't seen me on them bikes Still be in my hood, I'm comin' up, I'm playin' dice, I earn my stripes so I walk around my city like she nice On God, I wish I could make sure everybody eat, red bottoms drippin' off of everybody's feet Hard feelings, I be thinkin' everybody keep, and I'm workin' hard, I be up by everybody's feet Ask my acting up, *** it, I don't really care, still spittin' balls while I'm wheezin' for some air Pock a hole of deuce a year, it's more than I'm well aware, when it flarin', hit your melon, bet your soul still hit the air VVS and diamonds on me, reason why they still, youngins out the city reason, I don't really care Ain't on my body, best believe I'm well aware, quarter million on the gram, little boy, you know we're near Flexed up, just what's next up, now I'm up now, down to earth, true to all my fans, I can touch ground Run up on me thinkin' I don't got it, you get pumped down, bust down, glizzy in my pocket, stupid nigga, no security Eighteen, I don't think they hearin' me, apparently, niggas ain't real, *** be scarin' me I'm glizzyed up, got that glizzy tucked, why they fearin' me? Rap nigga tryna throw shade, why he darin' me? Eighteen, got a clean record, thanks to Y.O., give me she swallow, you feel the way to catch a hollow It hits really nuttin', we don't really give a five-oh, I been doin' this *** as a kid, I was nine-oh But they don't really know that, somethin' like a throwback, tryna clean the image up, so I don't wanna show that Head to the top, I ain't never tryna go back, sometimes you see me throwin' up, ain't nothin' like a Zodac *** the other side, see my nuts take a hold at, showin' off them pistols, I ain't never seen you blow that Smelly hella pride and the opps already know that, if y'all want me goin', won't you come and pull a weird show at No cap No cap Remember sellin' white up on the block, tryna make some knots, D tried to run up in the spot Me and Smelly sittin' in the trap, smokin' on the pack, wrong crib, all you smell is crack And I done put my trenches on the rack, I wish I could go back, to August 14th to be exact I swear my nigga Smelly would be here, trauma so severe, I had to watch him cryin' out for air Netties in the air make me cough, spinnin' through the fourth, catch a opp, I'm finna take him off And I call the shots, I'm a boss, skinny version Ross, dummy in the air, take a loss Niggas know my body though, S-B the *** up, gang