I never thought I'd go do it
But mama I been going through it
Your son he's a rapper, a trapper
You'll hear this and think that I'm stupid
Tokin on ganja it help me feel nada
My feelings I show to the music
In the Gardens can't speak on the evil you see
Don't play with your life boy you'll lose it
I hear a lot of opps talking but none of 'em gonna come do it
They post they guns on the gram, know they do it for clout
B**h I know you won't shoot it
I told my b**h that I'm f**g off so it's no need for assuming
You said that you with it come prove it I know that I'm bout I'll prove it
Terry Crews be these niggas I know that they acting tough
Bust that U-turn there they go in that Acura
Running this shit got unlimited stamina
I'm in your b**h and she suck d**k on camera
I'm telling no lies
Miami Gardens we live it
Determined commitment
You start it we finish
On God
PTSD I relive it
P-E-R-C in my body won't feel it
I love my drugs but I hate that I need it
My block may be hot but it made me anemic
If I told you my story you wouldn't believe it
More numb to the pain when my money increases
I don't feel whole if I don't got my piece
Only God who I'm talking to never police
In my city the youngins rapidly decrease
Believe
Ma It'll never be me
I never thought I'd go do it
But mama I been going through it
Your son he's a rapper, a trapper
You'll hear this and think that I'm stupid
Tokin on ganja it help me feel nada
My feelings I show to the music
In the Gardens can't speak on the evil you see
Don't play with your life boy you'll lose it
I hear a lot of opps talking but none of em gonna come do it
They post they guns on the gram,know they do it for clout
B**h I know you won't shoot it
I told my b**h that I'm f**g off so it's no need for assuming
You said that you with it come prove it I know that I'm bout I'll prove it
Ain't got shit to prove niggas know I get busy
You reach for my chain put a hole in your kidney
Know it's a problem when foe nem with me
AR got a beam with a scope with some t**s
Most of the bangers we tote got a fifty
Too many straps they want smoke with the city
Big Boss you know with my h**s I be picky
But I'm still tryna get control of my feelings
Cause I'm still out here fighting demons
Feel like they all plotting and scheming
N**a tryna get stretched
Get outta line that's your neck
We ain't wasting time on that
They like Big Rahli gon die bout respect
Ma I know I for a fact Ian dying just yet
I never thought I'd go do it
But mama I been going through it
Your son he's a rapper, a trapper
You'll hear this and think that I'm stupid
Tokin on ganja it help me feel nada
My feelings I show to the music
In the Gardens can't speak on the evil you see
Don't play with your life boy you'll lose it
I hear a lot of opps talking but none of em gonna come do it
They post they guns on the gram,know they do it for clout
B**h I know you won't shoot it
I told my b**h that I'm f**g off so it's no need for assuming
You said that you with it come prove it I know that I'm bout I'll prove it
