who r you to say,i dont deserve this-locked in that cell,i finally figured out my purpose-i tatted pain on me,its deeper than tha surface-i close my eyes,n see a mayback wit tha curtains-these niggas clows,i swear that they should join the circus-like take chance on me,i swear that i am worth it-n been judged behind my past,no im not perfect-n momma pray for me,i know its demons lurkin-n when they play me,look at all these bitches tworkin-i take no day off,everyday i swear im working-i caused my mother tears,but now i buy her burkins-stay out that grass,because its way to many serpents-take a walk in my shoes,u couldnt feel my jordans-n i got money on my brain,thats most important-self medicatin lately,i been feelin torment-i watch these niggas,i know that they be informent-im takein perks,dont know if i will see the morning-but i got dreams of ballin on em,like I'm jordan-these doubble cups i loose myself,i just keep pouring-i swear im hartless bae,i should just give you warning-i pray tha sun will shine,cuz it just keep on storming-remeber i would catch tha bus,now my whip forigen-i wont ur bitch to give me neck,her pussy borein-cant let you play me,on my life i am not going-dont make me get off in ur grill,like im gorge foreman-peace of tha pie we often chase,i wont my portion-my ex keep callin i decline,cuz she annoying-came off tha bench,now they depend on me for scorein-came off the bench,now im steph curry wit the scorein-spit it in bars,it ant no reason for a chorus-n for that bag i hit my block,like im clint portus-im sippin muddy,keep me movein like a torus-i keep a bitch like im a pimp,my 40 gorgeous-n let that bitch go kick,like its chuck Norris- trigga_montana