Revelations

I'm from a place where the sun don't shine and niggas be growing up broke Daddy is out of it mama be struggling niggas is tired and giving up hope But you got a choice you got a voice hold onto it and don't let go Cause them hollow points will tear off your joints You'll get killed inside of your home I been through it all I seen it all Some niggas killed and some of them lost Children be crying and bullets be flying You better pray that you don't get caught And I admit that I was scared I couldn't breathe no I couldn't talk So I rather rap I rather spit I got some chronicles in this vault ahh I'm tryna get it I can't let you get it Get in my way then I knock off your fitted Niggas be talking but soft as kitten And when I look for them they tend to stay hidden Dirty my cup so I can get lifted When I blow up you pussies is finish We shut him down he faking a image Push for the stars the sky is the limit Your block Ima spin it Ring round the rosie you thought I was finish I up the score bitch we finna be winning I want Ferragamo and Gucci my linen Grew from the trenches no food in my kitchen But now I want riches on riches on riches But now I want riches on riches on riches Been broke for a long time Quarter to 12 and I was looking for a damn dime Now it's just right that I blow like a land mine Pockets on tight that's right you the man now Aye not looking for a handout bitch I rather go and get it myself Bitches ask about my whereabouts cause I got a couple hits on my belt You want hundreds I want hundreds too These the revelations of a youngin tryna get some loot If the conversation about money I might see it through Some f*ck niggas hating don't worry I'm finna handle you