Lyrics

Yeah

If everybody demons, I'ma call this hell

How I get rich off of a skill that I taught myself?

I remember when I couldn't even afford this belt

I ain't had the best drip, but I wore it well

Yeah, I brought that pain with me

I'd rather sleep alone than have the wrong bitch layin' with me

Different walks of life, but niggas is from the same city

I take him out the game for good, that nigga keep on playin' with me

I been through all type of shit

Fake friends, new opps, the wrong type of bitch

Goin' live, Shaderoom, I lost likes and shit

I got famous, friends died, I lost life to this

And everybody actin' funny

Always get mad when I tell 'em that they actin' funny

And they gon' hate me with their soul, but they gon' ask for money

And when I tell 'em niggas "No," they say I'm actin' funny

Like I don't know the real truth

Like I don't know the shit that I survived would've killed you

I got rich, but when I was broke, I was on them pills too

To walk a mile in my feet, you had to steal shoes

We got the same 24 hours, nigga

Why what's mine gotta be ours, nigga?

Talkin' 'bout niggas need help, nigga, I was "niggas"

But I rose out of the dirt, give me my flowers, nigga

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