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Uh Uh Mm mm mm Now that I'm a rapper I got everybody in my business Finna give my fans what they want I don't really care about my decisions When it was time for my first charge first baby mama was the witness Trying to say I don't love my son judge really looking at him like a victim Beat the charge couple months later now she sorry for the imprisonment Shit change nothing if you think about it they still got my fingertips Moved on with my life they start judging her cause she a bigger bitch Won't say that shit to my face get a couple holes in your Tommy Hilfiger No matter what I did still held it down cause I'm a real nigga Guess I won't real enough bitch start cheating I couldn't deal with it Fast forward two kids one kid on the way still tryna heal nigga Third time won't no better imma be honest I feel killed I was trying to quit smoking stress got my ass off them pills Same thing they trying to lock me for but bitch it is what it is They wanna talk about my gang life bitch won't no food in the fridge That mean strap up and that old white man better give I ain't looking at him with fear give me the loot if you want to live I'm the nigga that cock the gun back folks telling me I gotta chill Go get that money from rapping nigga remember what happened to bills I got bills unpaid how I'm supposed to feel I got through my first year they still say I fucked up I got through my second year they still I fucked up I got through my third year they still say I fucked up Going on my fourth year bet they say I fucked up Always trying to hide my mental who the f*ck can I trust Tried to put my love in bitches in return they gave me lust Tried to put my trust in niggas with niggas who never bust I done took so many L's when imma say that I won 6611 Stoney Point North that shit was really a mess Honestly some of the worst times but can't forget the best Same house where mommy and daddy wrapped up all our Christmas presents Touched my first gun in that house I think it was Smith and Wesson The house I seen my first dead body Kita you really a blessing If I see them niggas who robbed us again I bet they really catch it I ain't no kid no more you know my slogan I keep a ratchet Nah for real no cap a lot of niggas really be capping Asking questions treat it like Virgil I don't even know what happened My vision clear eye of the tiger feeling like Carole Baskins Gotta put my brother in a mansion too like Luigi's mansion Niggas was joking my jewelry fu till diamonds started dancing Bitches tryna act like I ain't that dude I wouldn't even give em chances I'll stick my tongue out and go boo I'm way too much to handle Got me feeling most improved nickname me Julius Randle I'm tryna take this shit to the moon so ma stop selling candles I got through my first year they still say I fucked up I got through my second year they still I fucked up I got through my third year they still say I fucked up Going on my fourth year bet they say I fucked up Always trying to hide my mental who the f*ck can I trust Tried to put my love in bitches in return they gave me lust Tried to put my in niggas with niggas who never bust I done took so many L's when imma say that I won