'Member 2007 way before the misconception? Back when ain't nobody thought of me no different from the rest of 'em All the kids who used to this, yeah, this sh*t how it is Shawties dyin', mammas cryin', this sh*t ain't no way to live I used to come off that pack, I'm talkin' zati to the mids And nowadays this sh*t ridiculous, they thirsty for a bit Tell 'em free my main hitters, all the street sh*t gang rigged Rats comin' home, 'cause they said what other ni**as did Broski on the phone, he just want another chance to live But he on his own, so long in the cell, he say "The crib" I was on my own, thinkin' 'bout that stupid sh*t I did I got knocked for sh*t that I ain't do, but that's just how it is Put in pain, we already up, but still we tryna gain Light a flame, see an opp, we tryna penetrate his brain We gon' M just like dummy if you try and take a chain And if I ever contradict myself then tell me I'm a lame I'm a real ni**a, try me, I be quick to let it show 'Cause my hands work too, but I'll be quick to let it blow And if you know what I be talkin' 'bout, it hit you if you know On Christmas Eve, I bet he wished that missile hit his toe I be layin' low, still on go, Bentley for a show Still my paper glowin', so I ain't takin' any type of dough This sh*t off the top, know this ain't a hit, but I'ma flow Breathe, let it go, that's why my emotions never show I been goin' hard, I been missin' Pop, still the Smelly block Solid to my roots, you talk uneasy, then you gettin' dropped Said we kinda strange and that's the reason I don't mention Free my ni**a, and I can't say it 'cause it get too hot