Made It Worse

I don't complain, I make it work I know about pain, I make it work I don't complain, I make it work I know about pain, I'm from the dirt I was stuck on the block, I woke up off a Perc Sick of duckin' the cops The money only made it worse Money only made it worse I just bought my bitch a purse Niggas gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse I know how to make it work They put my cousin on a shirt I just wanna see all my niggas touch a million before I leave this earth Now they asking me my worth, them niggas grass, I'm turf Foreign drop on Crenshaw and the tops off like a shirt I done played the backseat, only one thought, niggas gettin' murked I wake up and go to work, put my closest homie in a hearse Taking pictures with my thumbs up, my baby momma hate my lifestyle My lawyer told me put the guns up but he don't understand my life wild Blowin' racks up in NikeTown, pray the plug bring the price down I was on the phone with Neff, told him I'm in North, met him up in Nice Town Blue faces, need 'em right now, Fear of God and Amiri mix On point, like a pyramid, might catch a body while you hearing this Look in my eyes and I'm serious, you Niggas is trash, period Gettin' head in a Benz while I'm steering it Just make sure you don't leave no witnesses Period I don't complain, I make it work I know about pain, i'm from the dirt I was stuck on the block, I woke up off a Perc Sick of duckin' the cops The money only made it worse Money only made it worse I just bought my bitch a purse Niggas gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse I know how to make it work They put my cousin on a shirt I just wanna see all my Niggas touch a million before I leave this earth Before I even leave the city, I got niggas telling me that I'm a legend Before I went and got a car, before I got a crib, went and got a weapon Free my Niggas in the state yard When I talk I know that they get the message Treat the block like it's Tetris, all this guap got her naked A lot of niggas talking Drug Rap, honestly I never jack that Couldn't ask em where a pack at, Lord knows what's in my backpack I was in the projects, all the scammers, all the felons and the rats at I don't even get a cat nap, nightmares, me eating Jack Mack Long nights in a cell, talk Dre-mac, 'til my nigga get back Rafaello got my wrist wrapped, in a kitchen watching Pooch whip that Bunch of baggies in a zip-lock, only one thought, gotta get back Baby brother got a good shot, price on ya head he gon' hit that Homie sit back I don't complain, I make it work I know about pain, i'm from the dirt I was stuck on the block, I woke up off a Perc Sick of duckin' the cops The Money only made it worse I just bought my bitch a purse Niggas gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse I know how to make it work They put my cousin on a shirt I just wanna see all my Niggas touch a million before I leave this earth