[Verse 1]
I step [?]
There was only few that knew where to find me
Look into your soul, deep into your mind and sh**
He must be out there and getting a grip
Tryna get it on cause I'm broke
The only thing I knew was to slang a little coke
Back to the hood where I am from
I'm so damn [?] n***as is looking at me dumb
'Cause they can tell I ain't been in society
Is 10 long years enough for an OG? Stuck in that small as cell
Where the cannabis pa**ing with no ma'f**ing bill, and that's real
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Its been 6 months and I'm still on the outs
I heard that all the ballers done moved down south
They say that's where the money at
And tell a player like myself may not get to have my scratch
First we smoking on the bus, the [?]
Houston, Texas at the spot it's going down
I got to have my [?], I turn't a hundred dollars to a [?]
I knew how to bounce, I had to pack this weight back, when
When I used to sell keys before they gave me 10
And know my scratch is off the hook
I knew I had it in me and it's all that took
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
My whole [?] is under surveillance
But now they're following me 'cause I'm that n***a who made it
Organized it, put it together and sh**
Made it happen, distribute it through my click
Now my whole operation is shut down
I'm on the hush, on the tuck not making a sound
They tryna take me off the streets
They tryna say I'm a threat to society
But you'll never get [?] n***a to snitch about my click
It ain't nothing 'bout silent ish
What they ain't knowing is I got my scratch
So f** the government and it ain't no more sound
So don't even trip off me 'cause I slide out the game, still true to the streets
Uh, that's right, true to the ma'f**ing streets
[Hook]