[Intro] Come up through the struggle not too many get to tell Got up and shook it off every time we ever failed (Why do we fall? So we can learn how to pick ourselves back up) Transportation make you happy when your life's a living hell Sirens jump behind us, praying we don't go to jail [Verse] Window skimp, two attempts, handing bands over Seeko hit, shot and missed 2 then stand over him Bread Winner, huh? Look who in the building Let me check my Instagram I might be at a million Pissed on, you out ya mind, I'm out mine Better not flinch wrong I'm on my grind, rock supplying like the Flintstones Reputation on the line and the clips long They 9 to 5, slangin' nine you get blitzed on (b**h I want the only driver, Luca Brasi) b**h I'm papered up Diamonds glistening, rocking feelings, I ain't tapered up Get on your sh**, get out your feelings, hatin' fake as f** Some feel I'm trippin' how I'm livin' I can't change it up I'm a praying mane droppin' change case spray sh** up! Might just be me I'm in the strippers ain't no breaking up She talking reckless, b**h whatever phone I'm hanging up Dick so good can't seem to keep this b**h away from us And me and Nook will f** your b**h she wasn't made to love Phone ringing while in a meeting that's my dog calling Won't point a finger, give an order and they all stalking Speech muted, pressing pause no longer hearing voices Became a boss, couple cars I got steering choices Said I was crazy, wasn't goin be sh** back in elementary b**hes on my dick, fresh steppin out McKinley Hoop dreams never had em, tryna to fetch a chicken Say its gangsta, there go Lump hanging out the window Trying to rob me I got shot, two weeks he expired n***a burnt ya truck, what up? Ain't nobody die Lil bright n***a came thru spitting, wasn't no dumping back D Dub got off,then got ripped up, you ain't f** with that We on our knees praying daily God brung him back Putting cookies in my daddy head, a f**in rat My daddy don't wanna sell me nun, Nook done brung the pack Bone turned me up (??) Stroke got hit while he was with me now we clutching bad And we riding round the bottom with a bunch of strap [Outro] Mane we pull up on Buck, ya heard me Me and Stroke in the car, ya heard me I got the MAC-11 with the whisper thing on that b**h You call my phone talking bout, "Mane what you doin' out?" I say, "Mane God got me, my nuts hanging to the floor" You was on speaker phone, Buck was right there on side me ya heard me b**h a** boy