You already know what I'm saying, you know what I'm saying.
I'm a ghetto bitch hero, you feel me?
Real bitch out the country, GAP, sit nice on me.
Look, ghetto dreams took me down, different avenues, my inspiration never saw.
Learned the hard way, my story will be different from the people that I sit across.
Even though we in the same room, you never paid the cops to be the boss like me.
Never put the same effect I put out on these streets.
Never felt that stomach feeling when them folks come knocking at your door.
Never hit the fact you in your feelings, acting like you chill cause you trained to go.
Biting, my tone became too easy cause it's best to keep me solid.
Make my actions louder, pop out on these goofies wildin'.
Gotta excel in his feelings, on the net he tried his.
Earn my blessings on the low and let him talk while I keep climbing.
I wear these war wounds so good and it's so evident.
Don't care about currency, each dollar my president.
I can ratchet but I like my setting elegant.
I be on Demotown.
I'm a blessing hoes, I'm heaven sent.
Copyright infringement, you can't redo my story.
Every time I hear they new * in my eyes, it just get boring.
Got different streams of income on these beats I be exploring.
Got my roots from Milledgeville, but my voice always be torn.
Caterpillar and day to day ain't living out my means.
We on different pages, get no * about your dreams.
Bitch, my life a movie and you'll never get a scene.
You goofies get no point when you against the winning team.
Y'all don't have no spoons and get in blues, my type of ride.
How you want for flats to claim you down?
Time for the ride.
These bitches doubting me, but when I pop out running high.
Being real cost too much, I make these bitches pick a side.