This is god town,ask em what they life like cold hearted,in the bloodline, like a swing off a sword, you aint cut for the beef this time This is hot sand city, not the nice side They liked us at the bottom, not when the sun shine but I rather This is far from a cry for help, Im burning all night, stars outside Family feuds ,i wish they was on the same side They din respect me at the bottom, How could i forget I never lack got a glizzy in my bag Only time they ever love me when im shoutin drink its lonely at the bottom W In my arms told him we gon be okay Said his Now i dont drink alcohol got no friends washed em all down a sin Life a bitch,but i said put family first Cups that pile up in the sink, sleepin Less, same scenery i seen for 20 years 9 to 9 all i do is try my best To my pludge he say put it on tab Quiet niggas earn  money,loud nigas spend I keep it 100 with the homie,this aint neverland Hussle aint a drug Is a suffering for you to rise above I livin on a motto, they dont teach u in the club We aint from the same cloth,im from the east Baby in a manger,feel like a sheapard lookin out for danger Leater seats, Pull up the score, put the tally on screen Some nigas stayin clear,till theres dirt on yah name i say what i mean i Keep it real Why they askin for respect, Not my fault u wasnt there for me hell is sweet when the demans eat I took pitty as  a mockery Dont forget Some hatters like to sound sincere Dukka in the bag, teaching like cus ti amado My youngin shadow i need real nigas In the inner circle I got the sugar like ray,turn a man purple Clay Im tryna fuck not meet ur family Ink on my chest,got me feelin  like a maori I got ancester that dont  even doubt me, This is my land, but is sad that my colour doubt me Joyful noise ,got the lord in my feet You can hear the kundu drum One day they gon beat for me U can pay for the love but it never buy respect U can show me love, but i aint known u long enough I miss home made,i miss livin life young ops on me like i was jew and they was german with a gun I start from bottom, i aint loose the dream Im just tired a being woke, all this pain at 16 Im 21 now, i want all smoke I aint hummble when is time to chow down Chef a man take Howl up Imma make em see ,make em wanna be A minni me I dont need the payback, i got guys that owe me I Dont compare to the greatest, but fuck it i aint tryna put em next to me Im legacy makin i know that this is destiny My pride is so leathal cut u like yakiza less to see got the crowd bouncin like Trampoline Im that boy that used to praise up in the church Stamina,i got the energy to make your body week Just like a boat in a hurricane tryna Make it out to calm sea My talents mean i spit a verse dirty But it still sound clean They cant see my grind, this is my time Call it mic time, bars shin bright like a night light Shine in the skye,im a thrilla im the moon that pull the tide spitin bars that make the blood run cold Call me Dark night,with a carbine Im on em like gods eye i drew the last line, Cant control me darlen, i just want some me time Cutting off yah life line, give u fixed time I got finish moves that make em all take cover I got layers to this skill here come the 02 like is bounty on back Aint nobody standing over me I leave that to the holy ghost My daily breed got me prayin for the most Im Reminessing on some bad memories Im going bad, rubber burning on the streets I got burn money see I got fuck u money I invest money When im doin less for the bag I call it bles Im not afraid just not tryna live behind a fence leather seats in the six, doin 105 in the trench set you straight like a tent op in the 8b with no lens I know you talking that shit behind the tint I see the killer intent going tactile, when they send the troops got called in by the clan tunnel vision is all we got, I set goals in motion like Messi Told the driver to take it slow got ops working by the jeti I keep the hussle on the low like sp been in the eski doesnt Matter i was livin in the mud even amateurs get polish Did i beg when they got me I gave em nothing saved by the sirens scares that make u hate violence I got a past I hate to acknowledge where u when I needed u the most all I heard was silence like lost boys, we in never land dust town where the mob is ops on gun cam why they walk around so aimless ops tryna seem ruthless like tyga doing mauvers