Gift and the Curse

Yeah yeah Yeah we live in the gutta yay Back door you for my brudda yay Back door you for my brudda yay Ay ay I grew up in the trenches that's a gift and a curse I watch them niggas have it they way While I had it the worst and I ain't cry about it I kept on going I kept on working That bitch bad wit ass So she think she worth a birkin Before I give you that lil dime I'll drop it on the ops I was just innocent Now I gotta walk outside with the glock He was beefing with us I ain't surprised he got knocked everybody slept on saiglizz I ain't surprised he got hot Yea I ain't surprised I ain't surprised that im hot I'm just working harder I been on my own I been grinding youngin getting smarter They want me to f*ck the city up We gonna f*ck the city up They killed my nigga lil ranger You know we sliding bout this shit I been going crazy nigga I been dying bout this shit Walk outside wit the stick And I can't trust nobody Gang still got cases pending All these dead faces trending Who gonna be next nigga And ion know yea And you might never know You better watch my flow Yea just watch me flow I lost the gang tears coming down my eyes Was dripping down my chin I lost chiefy I lost ranger Then I lost black Man that's back to back I adapted Man this glock shoot rapid Load it up and clap it Nigga do you wanna do it Let me kno Super slime stand on bis We'll come kidnap ya kids I was in them trenches My mom couldn't tell me how to live I was out there on them late nights See 12 I take flight Yg got shot once Won't get shot again We bending every night We tryna make it Right Na got shot once We won't let it happen twice I'm gambling wit my life Sos we shooting on sight Yeah we shooting on sight Yeah we shooting on sight Yay yay I gave people my love And they abused it I sent my songs to one of the guys And they leaked my music But it's all love Sometimes I feel like that it's all hate In them trenches young nigga You can't see my face cause it's all bape Keep them hoes out ya business Cause they gonna tell it all Free Casanova Caught a vibe wit a dime Fucked her then I passed her over I can't get to comfortable My shooters shooting comfortable I couldn't get no 5 star meal We was eating lunch able Cutting class mom tired of me Deep down I know she proud of me Smoked his ass that boy gas We ain't got apologies She ain't gotta lie to me Ima keep it moving We had the car in drive We hopped out All you heard was shooting And it's a slimey type of life Ya homie could be the one Coming in Doing all the moving Watch that back door Might come from the inside Them bullets hit you They f*ck up ya insides Yay I grew up in the trenches that's a gift and a curse I watch them niggas have it they way While I had it the worst and I ain't cry about it I kept on going I kept on working That bitch bad wit ass So she think she worth a birkin Before I give you that lil dime I'll drop it on the ops I was just innocent Now I gotta walk outside with the glock He was beefing with us I ain't surprised he got knocked Everybody slept on saiglizz I ain't surprised he got hot Yea yeah