Letras
It's kinda like, a lot of shit I don't really be speaking on like that, but
Never do I, never do I speak on it, never do I, never do I speak on it
Uh, couple years ago my mom's crib got auctioned off
Shit fell in my lap, felt like it was all my fault
Scrambling, I was managing shit I was never taught
If you think about it, last place is how I started off
Couple L's that you gotta take before you come a boss
The pain you endure now gon' make it hard to fall
Me and cuzzo not even speakin' no more, we barely talk
Alone in my spot is how I sit with my thoughts
Never could I be a little fish, swimmin' with the sharks
When God took Jader back, that shit hurt my heart
Rolled an eighth to blow the stress away, I just need the spark
Grandma had a house full of people but couldn't feed them all
Now I just take it day by day so I can see tomorrow
Miss the days when Quis would be takin' me down to Warner Park
Didn't grow up with both of my parents, that left me torn apart
It don't matter the hand you dealt, I gotta play my cards
I remember being raided twice, they done sent the Narcs
I was takin' notes from the bench, couldn't wait to start
Gotta be patient in the moment and just play my part
Sometimes I lose my head, I try not to take it far
Vic keep servin' his aunt, just go look at her arms
Every time I witnessed that shit, it left me fuckin' scarred
Backstabbed, so many times, the knife was fuckin' sharp
Niggas wouldn't walk a mile in my kicks, they had a car
Money on my mind, I'm gon' find a way
Trauma in my life what am I gon' say
Never do I, Never do I speak on it
Never do I, Never do I speak on it
Money on my mind, I'm gon' find a way
Trauma in my life what am I gon' say
Never do I, Never do I speak on it
Never do I, Never do I speak on it
Way to stressed to crack a smile
Car broke down walked back a mile
Copped a pack of Black n' Milds
Ain't seen my moms it's been a while
Youngins strapped up actin' wild
All these hoes is whack and foul, baby daddy back on trial
He can't even see his child, being broke is out of style
I need my cash stacked in piles
Back against the rope, never would I throw the towel
Why would I fold, I gotta make my son proud
Shit, always knew what I wanted
Never at all was I timid, I ain't been home in a minute
My momma always shedding tears, cause I don't even visit
Taking shots to the head, like I don't got a limit
It's gon' be easy to start, but always harder to finish
That's why I never pick up my dribble, it's harder to pivot
Money on my mind, I'm gon' find a way
Trauma in my life, what am I gon' say
Never do I, Never do I speak on it
Never do I, Never do I speak on it
Money on my mind, I'm gone find a way
Trauma in my life, what am I gone say
Never do I, Never do I speak on it
Never do I, Never do I speak on it