You don't know my struggle, you can't feel my hustle Type sh**, GhettOut, it's the type of time I'm on, ayy, GhettOut This worrisome a** b**h just keep asking where them dollars at Ayy where that rent money at? Tried to flip an income tax Bought a quarter chicken with that But nah it didn't come back You ever been so broke or frustrated you picked up a gat? As far as hope, it ain't been much lately, your b**h on your back And this n***a on his IG page flashing fifty plus racks Slipped the drop his location, door get kicked like click clack Where them dollars at n***a? This ain't a drill, I'm for real Still k** or be k**ed, real n***as feel how I feel Let 'em live for the Ville, trust me I'm tryna chill But I still don't give a f** and ain't gon' leave one in my will C been out for 'bout six months and Dot been free for 'bout a year Up the road if someone slumped, they rather see me out of here I got a year, no I don't care, out on bail, fresh out of jail Californicating, relocate, my old spot hot as hell What's mine no man can take away, I got it by myself I'm probably high as hell, still ain't got no lies to tell Still shell shocked from some shootouts in 2006 Graduated, made it to the college with zips When y'all gon' realize these rap n***as really counterfit? I oughta flush one of you n***as, you so full of sh**, b**h