Yo, if I weren't for the T
Tell me what I woulda of been?
Whip drive without keys
I'm inspiration for the streets
If you find a nigga wid my story, then show me
Years I was lonely
I turnt hand cuffs to Roley's
I shed for blood for this ting
Don't get bun with this ting
Really buss off my ting and had to run with my ting
6 in my ting like Ontario
Gangster like Sicario
My strip jumping like cardio
Charge 4 features used to charge 'em for Nina's
We made doubters believers
Now the whip got no ceiling
Didn't feed me crumbs, I built this shit on my ones
Bayo I paid me in grub, I was selling one on one
Used to talk under the table akh, my phones was ripping
Teacher never had a clue, they couldn't see the vision
15 running this line like I'm 40
My sales never new my age why cah they never saw me
I got dirty and mix, can turn a half to brick
My heart broke when my runner said he wana go lidge
You gain strength when you gotta go through the pain
Lost 4 sticks and I had to recuperate
Niggas always turning
Can't wear my heart on my sleeve I'm still learning
I When jail my blocks beefing it was burning
Course I'm supposed to be up I was determined
Dunno why niggas pray on my downfall
But I grew just like you mummy's yard was the councils
But I decorate this pain in Designer
Real Trap boy I pledge allegiance to the Lyca
