[ Featuring Mr. Jay Beats ]
Got to get it out the mud where I come from Either rap, go to the league, or sell drugs
Son Or go to college to work minimum wage
Turn to a slave from student debts I'm tryna get paid, doe
I do this shit for my mother, brother, cousin
If you wanna f*ck with me, I'll blast guns, son
I do this shit for my daughter and my brothers in dirt
Talk crazy, get hurt, AZ to New York, you get murdered
If a nigga really bout, I'm with it I stay committed in my New York fitted
Blue Yankee with a slight curved brim, brown wheat Tims
Plaid on me, no square, you know I'm him
Coz I'm that nigga took a break to get my mind back, but I'm back next
And I know that life's a bitch, but I'm a Mack nigga
No, that's facts, nigga She still the apple in my eye just like a Mac nigga
I can't fold like a laptop
No, never that you love me, I love you back You trust me, I'll trust you back
I ain't no regular cat, I am that nigga too
You f*ckin' with me, you f*ckin' with a real ass dude
Claiming you want that real love, like Mary
I get locked, is it still love? It's scary, never know
Will she stay or she go? Feel like I've been here before
Bro said don't trust them hoes, but that's the way that it go
