Growing up
All I seen was fiends being served
And ni**as hitting licks
Bag full of sticks
Back seats full of bricks
Granny taking trips
(ni**a)
How you think I end up like this
I was skipping kindergarten burning s*it down
Thats when I learned what a a snitch was
That's why Ion trust sh*t
Keep 2-3 clips
Only buying foreign whips
No on-star in a ghini
No tint so you can see me
Shining like a star
I could’ve bought a bar
I spent 600 on a car
Riding with a Scar
Yeah, scary; very
Rolling runts up in a berry
Getting blowed on the ferry
To the Mill with a million