'Member 2007 way before the misconception?
Back when ain't nobody thought of me no different from the rest of 'em
All the kids who used to this, yeah, this sh*t how it is
Shawties dyin', mammas cryin', this sh*t ain't no way to live
I used to come off that pack, I'm talkin' zati to the mids
And nowadays this sh*t ridiculous, they thirsty for a bit
Tell 'em free my main hitters, all the street sh*t gang rigged
Rats comin' home, 'cause they said what other ni**as did
Broski on the phone, he just want another chance to live
But he on his own, so long in the cell, he say "The crib"
I was on my own, thinkin' 'bout that stupid sh*t I did
I got knocked for sh*t that I ain't do, but that's just how it is
Put in pain, we already up, but still we tryna gain
Light a flame, see an opp, we tryna penetrate his brain
We gon' M just like dummy if you try and take a chain
And if I ever contradict myself then tell me I'm a lame
I'm a real ni**a, try me, I be quick to let it show
'Cause my hands work too, but I'll be quick to let it blow
And if you know what I be talkin' 'bout, it hit you if you know
On Christmas Eve, I bet he wished that missile hit his toe
I be layin' low, still on go, Bentley for a show
Still my paper glowin', so I ain't takin' any type of dough
This sh*t off the top, know this ain't a hit, but I'ma flow
Breathe, let it go, that's why my emotions never show
I been goin' hard, I been missin' Pop, still the Smelly block
Solid to my roots, you talk uneasy, then you gettin' dropped
Said we kinda strange and that's the reason I don't mention
Free my ni**a, and I can't say it 'cause it get too hot