Told bro we wasn't got slack no more
We was talking and he told me like "Nigga when you doin this shit,
You need to either be goin hard or not doin this shit at all, aint no sense in half assin"
Realest shit I ever heard, nigga, On God
Look, this wasn't a life I picked for myself, This shit was chosen for me
Know God got something better in store, That's what I'm hoping for me
When I thought the times couldn't get low, Them shits got lower on me
Late night creepin' through granny's back door, Sis left it open for me
Was down on my dick, I ain't have shit, But knew to re up on my chips
I had to get up and get some shit back in motion for me
No more lookin' back in the past, I'm movin' forward only
Takin' the power back from the people who had it over on me
A flashback to the past, To sellin' Reggie bags
Late night on the stoop when some older niggas had strolled up on me
Made a fake to come and purchase some trees, Then pulled they blowers on me
Praying that they don't pop me in my face if they blow on me
My family a like to get they last looks at my funeral
What the hell I'm sittin' here ventin' bout a viewing for
Bro told me to snap out of it, That's no longer the life that you provokin'
Fuck around and miss your moment, dawg, you gotta get back focused
Went knockin' on opportunities door, But they ain't answerin'
So I went and rushed my way through the back, Like this an ambush
They tried to run away, But I grabbed it tripped it and slammed it
Swear I knew that it was mine from that very moment I grabbed it
I'm like a home invader, dawg, When it come to takin' these chances
Niggas stuck in they ways, I only wish for advancin', But I gotta make my way up out this madness
And unless you been through what I been through, You will never understand it
Fetty dust inside my G-Stars, Thuggin' I been hustlin' up for days
Just brushin' sleep off, With a thick lil' ratchet, bitch
I'm trappin' wit, keep suckin' me off, And she got them CMHA benefits that I can feed off
Stashin' dope all in a cabinet, She ain't mad, she know we finna have
C notes all in the mattress, newer ride, a bigger pad, expensive fabrics
A Rollie on my wrist, some pain to sip, designer kicks, my bitch a Patek
Livin' the life of luxury from servin' the sickest addicts
And if the trap don't work, we doin' stick-ups
Don't you move a muscle, nigga, don't even flinch up
I already got you, boy, you too late, You're tryin' to stash, man give that shit up
Don't you try nothin' brave, cause you'll get hit up
Think I'm playin' Rap take his chained off em
Let that nigga know we mean it, Blow his brains off em
Let that nigga go meet Jesus, Real niggas, when we state it, they believe it
We ain't never had to plead cases to them peoples
They just feel it when they meet Us
Went knockin' on opportunity's door But they ain't answer,
So I went and rushed my way through the back
Like this an ambush, it tried to run away
But I grabbed it tripped it, and slammed it
Swear I knew that it was mine from that very moment I grabbed it
I'm like a home invader, dawg, when it come to takin' these chances
Niggas stuck in their ways, I only wish for advancin'
But I gotta make my way up out this madness
And unless you been through what I been through
You will never understand it, nigga