Infamous, Pt. 2

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah Funerals back to back we been all through all the trauma Can't wait to touch a bag pockets full of commas Keep that nina on my side, you niggas hot like lava Obtaining all my goals praise to the father Got some niggas down the road Got some niggas in the streets I ain't never chase a broad I ain't worried bout the beef When Lil J died, he fell victim to the streets My nephew seen his poppa get locked up when he was 3 I done came up from the bottom started in the basement I seen my partner get locked up he fighting murder cases I went to college and I failed I started losing patience Gave my heart to the streets I wanted no relation I had to cut these niggas off I watched them turn they back on me Never known what it cost, I had demons out distracting me On the road to be a boss, I had to make shit happen So I stepped up in the booth and spit some fire like a dragon Close range line em them up send that buckshot to your head Started in the basement I had to climb up them stairs Devil feasting on my insecurities and fears Had a cup full of drank now its filled up with my tears Funerals back to back we been all through all the trauma Can't wait to touch a bag pockets full of commas Keep that nina on my side, you niggas hot like lava Obtaining all my goals praise to the father Got some niggas down the road Got some niggas in the streets I ain't never chase a broad I ain't worried bout the beef When Lil J died, he fell victim to the streets My nephew seen his poppa get locked up when he was 3 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah