I used call off the metro  Now at&t on my cell phone Got a bad bitch she a redbone  Leave yo body in a ditch with yo leg blown Then go home alone and toke on the good dro Lay in my bedroom and just fucking zone  Don’t wanna be alone so leave out the window Walk down the street and then see the piggies bro  So i turn around quietly and walk real slow Creeping i turn back and what do you know Yeah i got problems but that’s just how i was raised  Now im causing problems cause a young nigga getting paid Man my rhymes so precise my lyrics might be blades I make it hail in this bitch sorry to rain on your parade  I hard to trick i’m the one you can not persuade My career taking off and your’s is delayed Juke a nigga out becuase a i’m making all these plays  Anybody got a problem come say it to my face  Growing up very poor i was just an adolescent Did everything wrong but never learned my lesson  Now im 18 and dear god this is a blessing For 18 years I ain’t ever use no weapon But i will if a nigga don’t get to steppin Tryna run my pockets  but I've got money aggression I don't need no Smith & weston my my mind is my weapon