Hint hint Hint hint Hint hint Hint for instance From a distance Peep game on the corner Couldn’t hang wit the Vincent’s Or the Russels Me and dad Had to tussle You know how that tough love goes Shoulder touch fight Thrown punch just from Brushed clothes Couldn’t control My whole heart Full of Brussels Live to Get it up out the muscle How to get it…again The amount Of spending I spent I had to plan Scam for my hustle Then Scan the scene had to rethink what was my thing And Don’t taste No matter how sweet That candy had seemed Now Mad Routes to the cream Dairy was becoming My favorite fean Number one Plan for the runnings Niggas was steady gunning Riding up in black hummers Sprint sprint Blocks spint spint My Niggas was steady running We Wasn’t ready for that summer No Hint hint Hint hint Mood was too intense Convinced all black Love is whack Give it all the love Luck if they can just love it back Risks of a human Heart played as if it was cupids, punching bag Dem Dark days, with boosted Instincts as stupid, as interviews, as lil boosie Actually trusting Vlad , it’s something sad Fam had One shot skint his head Took a dread, the others back Split his wig Then Interrogations confronted Even Hed discover he be hot as a heated oven, Still His Silent seat be customed fo Words scurry Custody for days , with no worries facts use to not eat for Days back to back Ain’t seem hungry I mean He ain’t even budging facts Stg I never seen my cousin crack STG No hint hint Mood was too intense Hint hint School daze cool days School fame came instant After making plays On main During Summer playing spades in grandmas kitchen Practice Craft of the best style/finesse style That fam tried teach Within 3 days of his Fresh trial while out of prison He learned within his 3 year old bid sentence /For what He never mentioned No hint hint Couldn’t ask around The crew Room was too intense Fuse the mood Never Was my intent Prayed to Get this portrayed image Chase Sports fame mission / too played Came into the adult world senseless with this fourth grade vision Ain’t getting paid Til wage risen Way driven when my rage risen My daddies love , grateful for the tough times, spent, compared to kids Who was barely loved Marcus, pistol whipped my daddy Wishing he dropped the addy Holding my glock on patty I was Upset Til time of the sunset Hint hint Hint hint Hint hint Mood too Intense Marks on the game My foot is imprint Killing like a menace Ten plus Racks it’s tennis Don’t ask Til I’m finished Done fxcking ducklings Can’t Catch me Sitting Dock At the clinic These Bitches and Hoes don’t be commited Or honest enough to tell what they moved is what they doing Who they fxcking what they pissin No hint hint and I never make a move with no intent