作词 : William Leonard Roberts II/Jayceon Terrell Taylor

作曲 : William Leonard Roberts II/Jayceon Terrell Taylor

M-M-Maybach Music

Pray for the days when the failure was a phase

Or hate was the case but they tell you to your face

The top came down so I never hit the brakes

The bitches came out, so we the niggas they would chase

Envy was the norm, we the children in the corn

Black male, pickin' cotton, hustles came in different forms

Started with the pies, real ones lost lives

Such a dirty game, now my hand sanitized

I buckled down in a Porsche

Buttoned up, Tom Ford

Head stay on a swivel, they want your boy in a morgue

But **** 'em, I want a war

Butt ****in' 'em, slow, raw

Pertaining only to women, my lady know I'm a lord, Lord

Forgive me for all my wrongs

Killin' niggas for sneakers and shit that's said in a song

Puttin' homies in check instead of puttin' 'em on

I'm always put to the test, real ones finishing strong

Fresh up out the gutter, nigga, yeah

And I can never be them other niggas

I don't come through blood niggas, a semi not on me

Exchange words and shots with like ten of my homies

And no matter what I do, I'm not good enough

Drive-bys, blood splattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough

But why cry?

I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up

Thug life, it's in my veins, go dig Pac up

I'm where Pac was, only difference, got my Glock up

'Cause I been shot up, it's time to balance out my chakras

I'm not the same mother****er that I used to be

I'm H.E.R., acoustically

You niggas gon' get used to me

I'm tired of niggas usin' me, abusin' me

Usually, I make a call, get the windows knocked out your mother****in' eulogy

Imagine niggas shootin' me, yeah, Compton was like a zoo to me

I'm a lion, king of my jungle, that's why it ain't no gettin' through to me

For my first album, early 2000s, I was with the foolery

Outside the L'Ermitage, could've got Fab for all his jewelry

Ain't even really know how to rap yet

I was just a Click Clack vet'

Go find my nigga AR and ask him, if you wanna fact check

Y'all heard it first (Y'all heard it first)

I ain't even told Fab yet

This might affect our friendship, nigga

I ain't even ask yet

I ain't even have half of an Aftermath check

All in Brooklyn with you and Clue on the corner with my rag just

Hangin' in the wind, with the stainless in the Benz

Brainless when it spins, and I aim it for all my friends

That go for Ross too

I brought a gun and some chalk too

For openin' up doors, it cost a Maybach just to walk through

And on my dark days, I walk inside a dark booth

Speak what's on my mind but they ain't ready for the hard truth

You can't call yourself king when I taught you

Brought you a classic for you and all your niggas to spark to

I ought to, nah, **** it

'Cause even Nikki Giovanni had James Baldwin to talk to

So I get high, then I swan dive in a shark pool

With the same red bandana, "Start From Scratch" part two

Nas got the part, so I went and got the part too

Snoop went and pulled the rag out, shit, I went and bought that car too

That shit was hard too

Run up on it while my son inside it, the .40'll spin your ass around like a barstool

Let Jesus take the wheel, I step on the gas

I wanted a million like Aaliyah, I wish that she never crashed

And I only made it this far 'cause I always knew the task

Understood my greatness and over stood all the math

I don't need your love or the credit, I always got cash

And even now, my 2020 vision is somewhere in the past

Who the next rapper murdered? Every month, a nigga pass

But me, I'm still alive, I guess they saved the best for last