I lost some old friends, I had to tell no

The streets, they washed up, most of these niggas hoes

Can't see me goin' out, say I don't know, know, know

When you ain't havin' nothin', watch how they treat you

At my lowest, all I have is God, don't ever think I need you

Count up a hundred bands and 30 money, I'm the mud

Showed you the move and you tried to work it on me, I'm like

I swear to God, boy, I go, I don't wanna shoot

Clap raw, it's like it ain't nothin' else to do

Keep a stick on me, better have it on you

And if you got the drop, nigga, fuck it, come on through

Pull up, nigga, fuck it, come on through

Ain't no who stayin' in my business, I'll show you

Nigga, fuck it, come on through, don't get no fucks

Play you out of luck, I keep it on my side

Like my 40 was a crutch, I'm workin' with a pal

But bitch, I ain't the one, my pop one in your head

Talkin' bout a one -on -one, never catch me slippin'

Got it tucked right by my belly

Actin' around the city since the little one, I've been steppin'

I stay out people's business, cause that shit be gettin' messy

As soon as I flinch out, you gotta check it, I respect it

I pray to God that my dog come home

I keep a gun just to make it home

I hope my mom know I love her so

But you raised a child with a troubled soul

I swear to God, boy, I go, I don't wanna shoot

Clap raw, it's like it ain't nothin' else to do

Keep a stick on me, better have it on you

And if you got the drop, nigga, fuck it, come on through

Pull up, nigga, fuck it, come on through

You know we outside with it, nigga, fuck it, come on through

I pray to God that my dog come home

I keep a gun just to make it home

I hope my mom know I love her so

But you raised a child with a troubled soul