Letras
They keep askin' when I'm droppin
I love my fans, they been rockin, they know we locked in
I was just inside the county jail, niggas sniffin' suboxones
I was forced inside the streets, I ain't really had other options
Way before Chris Brown, we had it poppin
I make songs and I touch keys, I'm Jamie Foxxin
Way before the trains and niggas was pop-lockin
They clickin' up, block hoppin, I'm strappin, I'm not boxin
Won't give up, I'm not stoppin
But no matter how I give it
It's still a sucker nigga that's actin' like he don't feel it
I been really puttin' on for my hood, they say I'm the realest
And they definitely gon' say I'm top five with all of the spitters
I did my dirt, I admit it, I'm survivin' the critics
I'm the type to trust in the cell, then go and smile on the visit
I felt like I couldn't leave, cause I put time in the trenches
But fuck that, cause I'ma die in the trenches
My whole timin' is different
I beat the case, they couldn't find the ballistics
Can't let them know what I be drivin' specific
I need a bitch with nice class, real ass, and super fine as a ticket
I been with hot, I needed time to convince them
I can't chill with my friends no more, because my time be expensive
I cut you off if you don't honor the friendship
I keep thinkin' bout Wa & Slim, every night I cry at a picture
Miss them young niggas drivin' with switches
How you lackin' with bitches? And out of all bitches, you lack with Patricia
I'm sorry Brody, I just had to admit it
I been all in my feelings
Y'all gave up on me, thought we never was quittin
Say forever, then y'all tell me good riddance
I just feel like when the war's over
I might move out of the city, get some more closure
I been prayin' everyday and stayin' more sober
They gon' drag me through the mud like a bulldozer
I was thinkin' bout our houses gettin' foreclosure
They was broke before I left, these niggas more broker
I could show you ten grand, off four smokers