If you been where I been
You would spend what I spend
Things that we did, no pretend
15 I was toting BBs 16 had my hand on a 10
Like I was hanging from the rim
Leave my name on his face from the ring
But leave no trace, its better to take the sim out the ting
I fell to my knees and repent
I know I'd go to hell if he counted every sin that I did
Every play I went on, counted every stain that I've done
Went from serving, now he taking the drugs
Don't talk about raising it up, or braising at us
Wonderland only time that they spun
Don't matter what we made in a month
We ain't make enough
Hate when they gazin' at us
Let them fight, don't save anyone
Cause eh where I'm from
They'll bruk you up for breakin' it up
I stay in my own lane
I'm not on your page I'm playin' my own game
Can't race with somebody that's runnin' the whole thing
All over the place, I'm stuck in my old ways
Chris Brown, way this woman's still stuck on an old case
The snitching is domestic come from your home base
Brodie got arrested while he was o.t
They had him extradited, and named on indictments
With guys that he ain't even know in the first place
So what it do, man?
I made music, music it made you, man
All of the rap, it must've got in his head
He not movin' transparent with us, I see through him
I'm in the back, with brodie, we just cruisin'
Fidel Castro, on my neck is a Cuban
They know the 'quence, of snitchin', you get the boot man
Or they'll put a razor to your head like a boot camp
Ah, Ah, this ain't new, man
Two tings on me, like a two man
I'm not mad at brodie, you're just stupid
Thought you could hide it from me, why would you do that
I, I'm a new man
In the past, no tellin' what I would do, man
We in the hood all white like the Klu Klan
Burnin' a bridge with us, why would you do that