gas me up in the streets i came up rough rugged and tough my Big Brothers always back me up a little Stony n**** always getting beat up I had to get my weight up eat what's on my plate up keep my grades up keep my fade up nw I had a game plan already made up when I hit the streets if you owe pay up a n**** made up from the way I came up times got hard but I never gave up the devil's at work so I never show up i got my dough up by flipping flows up turning shows up now the doe's open up a Bentley or Bugatti not the way I roll up stroll up you can see I blowed up I'm trending like clothes I got the seems sold up now my dollar's don't fold up they load up and my ops don't roll up they troll up Big bro fresh out the pen it's on again if you reflecting on that old life you know how it ends traveling down the dark road with no end you got a fresh start with a new begin don't fall back into life of sin down a road i want be traveling again amen let's keep our brothers out the pen and put them in a game where were we all can win in what's worse we can't escape the curse we born black from birth they already know I worth you rather see we in a hearse before we converse and then realize what a black life's worth which all lives matter but we're the ones losing the battle