Intro

The game fucked up And I ain't got no friends These hoes love my style I don't follow trends I'm in my zone now Grown on my own now They don't call my phone now Since I ain't got it to loan out It's kinds better that way Maybe I can focus On the shit I'm trying to say The voice of the hopeless I do this for my lil homies Pistol toting I'm just stroking Through these motions Can't no negus smoke me Sometimes I love to do ratchet shit I was raised wrong Most times I reevaluate And try to change tho It's hard when you still around The same folks Every brother that I know Knew how to ball or slang dope I didn't learn the pick and roll My jumper broke But I can post at that get and go Or dat conoco My name good Each and every corner store Dean's list hood report card I made the honor roll Young man with a plan Trying to advance It's already mine I'm my mind I can see it If I can think it then I can be it I want it all but low key it And ima ball even if I gotta whine And Mo3 it Leave my pussy ass potnas behind Then so be it They talked about me anyway I just kept it kosher Real shit I do I'm supposed to It's for the culture I can't get errbody a whip I ain't Oprah but If ya riding wit me Let's ride and we can coast cuz Let's have a toast to the real ones That kept us afloat For those who died in America Cuz she does the most Crakkkaz had it on they mind Since we got off the boat I'm just in line to get mine And I pray you get some more GoodCake Ent Got our foot in the door They hate on ya mans keep playin Ima have ya mama sayin