[00:13.53] Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning [00:16.00] If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn't adore me [00:19.10] Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans, it don't get boring, aye [00:22.27] And I made it out them trenches, I got war stories, aye [00:25.17] We was just in the field like we playin' baseball, aye [00:27.64] On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball, aye [00:30.71] Mama mad, she just want me to get a day job [00:33.57] With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon [00:36.81] In the tinted whip with a big Draco, an AR [00:39.33] I was poppin' a whole lotta Xanny pills for the anger [00:42.15] I know the opps was sendin' them shots, but nigga, your aim off, aye [00:45.24] They turned me to a lil' savage, nigga, I blame y'all (blame y'all) [00:48.61] You know I grip on this ratchet, tool can get flamed off (get flamed off) [00:51.55] All of my lil' niggas slide, and boy, you in danger (boy, you in danger) [00:54.88] She give me top while I'm driving, I'm in a ranger (I'm in a ranger) [00:58.44] Most of these bitches be actin', they showing fake love (fake love) [01:00.37] Shut up, nigga, listen, I paint vivid pictures, aye [01:03.75] Niggas looking at me different, I can feel attention, aye (feel attention) [01:06.90] We was like 15 totin' blicks and gettin' suspended [01:09.12] Way too focused on gettin' this money, bitch, I'm out here gettin' it (bitch, I'm out here) [01:12.87] Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning [01:15.28] If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn't adore me [01:17.96] Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans, it don't get boring, aye [01:21.36] And I made it out them trenches, I got war stories, aye [01:24.30] We was just in the field like we playin' baseball, aye [01:27.58] On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball, aye [01:30.63] Mama mad, she just want me to get a day job [01:33.31] With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon [01:36.47] Stick on me, no eight ball [01:37.46] These fuck niggas, they play hard [01:38.73] Not a by-hitter had to work a day job [01:40.10] I don't see niggas like Ray Charles [01:41.66] I was, um, kicked out of school [01:43.21] Young nigga clutchin' on the tools [01:44.88] May have a clue to know what to do [01:46.12] Bitch, I go to school where my brothers shoot [01:47.67] When I'm 17 and I'm feeling used [01:49.18] Hurt my fucking heart, I put you on the news [01:50.80] Before I self-destruct, bitch, I'ma bust one of these tools [01:53.57] I been scarred my whole damn life, bitch, you can probably see the proof [01:56.40] Now I got back on my shit, I had a lot of shit to prove, yeah [01:59.73] Load up the clip, put one in the head, I had to show how we livin' [02:03.22] It ain't my fault, we from the hood so we was raised around killin' [02:06.42] My heart been broken for a minute, ain't no need for the healin' [02:09.19] Zeze, he really in these streets, he find this street shit appealing [02:12.30] Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning [02:15.15] If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn't adore me [02:18.35] Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans, it don't get boring, aye [02:21.75] And I made it out them trenches, I got war stories, aye [02:24.86] We was just in the field like we playin' baseball, aye [02:27.69] On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball, aye [02:30.73] Mama mad, she just want me to get a day job [02:33.52] With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon [02:36.24]