[ Featuring 38 Spesh ]
Yeah, like, back home
You know, shit, man, it was, it was impactful
You know, they knew our stories
And we blended so well together and shit, 'cause we
You know, we got the same type of story (mhm)
Come from poverty, environment, you know I mean, drugs, prison
You don't get to hear a lot of artists from that area
From two different cities (right)
I'm saying, the two major cities of upstate New York, so (right)
Everything, everything, it, it was just a perfect blend
Just the way it is now
Ain't nothing, ain't nothing regular about this shit at all
Stabbed & Shot 2
Uh (this part 2)
A long way from that broke-down Alero
The hometown hero
Who put a trap right on Ground Zero
I don't gotta lie to you, niggas
I really did this shit, uh (they know)
Too much light comin' through, I gotta let down the shades
Shit so real, gotta pat down the maid
Packed out the stage, then I backed out the game
I been that nigga, why y'all actin' like that's 'bout to change?
You know that Benz don't feel good as it look (it don't)
I take advice from thieves, hoodlums, and crooks to get put on the books (uh)
Gave me my first taste when I got put on the jooks
Yeah, I made it out, but look what it took
Montana boys, three step to stamp, heroin money
Back when you grinded for it, so you cherished the money (damn)
Fetty hit and broke nigga started inheriting money
So when the game got crowded, it went terrible for me (it got bad)
Lyrical genius, this rap shit was a miracle to me (thank God)
I'm from holy ground, Buffalo like Jericho to me (thank God, thank God)
Small problems and big dollars that'll bury 'em from me
Four in a row, the outcomes were a variable to me (uh, yo)
I used to open up the house 'round seven
The town legend that set up a trap and found Heaven
I don't keep track of the losses, I count blessings
Bosses don't hang around peasants
I'd rather be in the ground 'fore being in the clown's presence
Haters won't see me down, stressing
'Stead I'm caked up, I wake up receiving wild texts
Made three hundred tho', feeding my child breakfast
Y'all niggas seem to sound desperate
Scorn, bitter, remind me of beefing with wild exes
You told, transcripts in your trial said it
I know you wish you can get the files shredded
Rappers act like they really the nicest
They just high off coke and their energy spiking
Niggas sniff and then get identity crisis
Y'all slightly above average like the Tennessee Titans, motherf*cker
