I’m like the hottest nigga of the hot boys Like 400 degrees back in 98

I’m like the hottest nigga of the hot boys Like 400 degrees back in 98 I’ll give a nigga all the ropes and lettem hang his self just to prove that he was fake I won’t ever cross another nigga out only a broke nigga gone move like a snake Sittin round steady pocket watching growing envy all cause ya ppl straight These niggas ain’t makin no money this shit now days don’t even make cents You gotta ball hard all 4 quarters ain’t nan nigga round me Finna ride the bench If history only repeat itself you cant prove to me time heal shit I don’t speak of the pain and the trauma from shit I experienced way back as a jit I started drinking trynna numb the pain from a broken heart as a souvenir By the grace of god I dodged a 10 year bid but 1 fuck up and they’ll make it reappear Generation after generation still we battle all the same demons I resented my mama for a long time until I almost fell victim fa the same reason like j said it’s a cole world feeling like earth shoulda been dreamville So much anger and pain Runin through my vein I was damaged throughout the years I’m one of Gods toughest angels I fucked up and married a demon And I’m still stuck in sin of something I don’t believe in SDFO to the ones in the pen it’s alot of folks won’t see the light of day They say ima meanace cause I got a record from Georgia to Polk county out bay i had to strong arm i put my self on with a 8th and pack of ports the way my backdoor steady swanging i gotta keep them killers close i had to turn some pain to power and persevere from day to day from cooking shit nd posteing up serving junkies and making plays.