(Damn, Callan, you gettin' guap)

I said I changed, but ain't no angel, ain't no saint

Came out of county, planned a lick the next day

Struggle had me lost, had a n**a losin' faith

I was in my cell prayin', but when I was out, wouldn't pray

I know that I ain't shit, baby, you ain't gotta stay

I know I'm hardheaded and I'm stuck up in my ways

She gon' tell you that she love you, but that love gon' probably fade

They gon' smile when you close, but when they far, they gon' hate

Been the realest from the start, and I'll continue 'til the end

Always got nothin' but F's, but right now I'm tryna get M's

I be itchin' for a bag, for a bag, I'ma sin

Like I don't learn my lesson 'cause here I go again

My n**a was frеsh out, but he a fool, he back in

Told my n**a 'bout a plot, he was quick to tap in

Wе some motherfuckin' fools tryna bring them racks in

$UEDE, you need to chill, boy, you need some damn sense

You'd probably understand if I told you 'bout my life

You wouldn't even know all the pain I feel inside

'Member almost dyin' at seventeen sniffin' lines

Ain't nobody perfect, you got problems, I got mine

One day, we gon' leave, one day, we gon' die

'Member in that casket, ain't nobody by your side

If I get rich but don't get fame, I wouldn't mind

Care about the guap, never care about no likes

Free my n**a Poloh, just put money on his books

B**h, I'm only out on bail, I would've been up in them bunks

First day out, link with shorty and I f**k

Second day, hit the plug for the drugs

Why the f**k would I change if I'm up?

In the stu' sippin' Henny, I be buzzed

I was down for a minute, I was stuck

Niggas mad I don't bang, but the hood show me love

Expensive belt, but I still sag

N**a, in my city, niggas kill rats

HP South Central where the real at

I'm tryna pull up to my people like, where the bills at?

Tryna fill the fridge up, put food on the table

But my mind on this money, got no time to save h**s

B**h, I got an open case, they say I gotta lay low

If you don't know why I went in, n**a, for a bankroll

I'm just happy that I'm out, back to the bag

B**h, I'm back on the road tryna touch stacks

N**a, you should join a sport, stop tryna rap

Niggas talkin' 'bout the trap, but they ain't sold sacks