[00:07.94]I don't give a f**k, nigga [00:09.69]So why'd they evict you, bro? [00:12.95] [00:13.32]Feel this cage when that acid fade [00:15.69]Face the same, but your mind has changed [00:19.40]You desire a stable home [00:21.62]I acquire fame at naming hoes [00:23.92]Contemplating ways of getting dome [00:27.19]Plotting on my neighbors [00:29.28]Asking God for favors, guess he isn’t home [00:32.36]Probably ‘cause that f**king faith I didn’t show [00:35.70]Skippin church, flip the work [00:38.29]Hit the dirt like Tommy Drummond b*tch [00:42.00]Grew up in a home that papa wasn’t in [00:45.08]Came up off of work that my conscience wasn't in [00:48.37]Either way it goes, a lot is getting hit [00:51.67]And if it wasn’t hoes, then it probably was a lick [00:54.80]Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin [00:58.07]Sweaty D-A dollar top lotto picks [01:01.38]Promise that I'm not the one to f**king plot against [01:04.49]Love him, but my father ain't my motherf**king friend [01:08.20]Trying to figure out how to start a motherf**king end [01:11.49]Trend dodging, keep a b*tch by me [01:14.57]Back roll [01:16.46]Garbage bag full of Xans [01:17.89]Place myself to rap still, nigga, cash is in hand [01:21.18]Packs get vac sealed like the Tin Man [01:24.48]Cardiac still missing, is it past real? [01:27.92]Get it, work make Guinness [01:30.74] [01:31.37]Don’t know where I’m going, don’t know where I been [01:33.59]Never trust these hoes, can’t even trust my friends [01:39.23]Tell that b*tch to roll up, f**king with some grown ups [01:44.51]Don’t know where I’m going, don’t know where I been [01:46.50]Never trust these hoes, can’t even trust my friends [01:50.44]Tell that b*tch to roll up, f**king with some grown ups [01:56.95] [01:57.18]My mama wonder why it never seem to reach [01:58.90]See my daddy in the way I'm acting [02:02.93]And my facial features [02:04.31]Just trying to put you on, dawg, I came from teachers [02:08.33]Take the plate and clean it, nigga, I’m a dog [02:11.47]Tell her hit or miss me with the f**king monologue [02:14.58]Lord, I can't fight it, know I'm tryna brawl [02:17.82]Get a copper hauled off [02:19.57]Shit, I'm the type of nigga that you cop your raw off [02:23.04]Popping hoes [02:24.24]Grab the board and these niggas call charge [02:28.32]Chain switches jerseys like it's all star [02:31.87]Press the OnStar, think it's all lost