Life's cold, but at least we get to wear a jacketWant from you, either die or either make you happyNot in a million years, I thought that I'd make it rapidHit my bitch, look like I got an adult beauty passionJ. Cole album got me through a lotI was on the sideline, tryna get a spotCouple niggas went left, guess they ain't see the plotPaintin' pictures with these lyrics like I'm BasquiatUsed to tell my people I was tryna be a rapperThey wanted me to get a job and answer to a masterWith all due respect, that's not the kinda life I'm afterI'm the author of my book and I'm still writin' chapters, yeahStreets so dirty, so a nigga gotta stay cleanI go to Giro's, what the * is a saline?Vince told me never let these niggas play meI play dumb, but I'm a long way from homeI'm crazyHi, he from Tampa, but he come in like he Jay-ZNo cap, no microphone, the only thing that save meWithout rap, I probably end up goin' crazy* I be doin' never cease to amaze himTrap got slow, I got a job, I ain't lazyI signed a deal, but sometimes it still feel like I ain't made itWings to be on my mind and I can't lie, that * crazyI'm comin' in the game strong like I'm Big BabyOh, I been on my grind on weedHip-hop told them what I'm doin', man, them niggas wouldn't believe meI been droppin' tracks and feelin' pain, you know I'm bleakI got PTSD, I seen my pop, now I'm not freeSippin' on this codeine, yeah, I been findin'You don't gotta ask me if I got it, cause I keepSeen my dawg die and left my heart broke in peaceThe * that I be doin', man, them niggas wouldn't believeAnd if you leave the house broke, then you came out wrongA couple hunnids in they face and they'll be comin' out thongsIn the game like a shirt with a hole, got it soldMy uncle snorted so much cane, now he can't feel his noseAnd the cane is on his brain, so I got his feelings goneI was 10 in the spring, 10 let me hold a chromeHe was goin' off the X, so he ain't put the safety onPlus I was always touchin' *, they made my momma take me homeYeah, for all that play on, we draw down on you just like a crayonCause I can never go out like I'm CravonBlack on black, who call it soda black in Akon?Front door service like a nigga sellin' AvonAll up in troop, standin' on the stageHoes lookin' from the line, tryin' to get savedCuban link tased, we just modern day slavesI can be dead broke and tell you everything okayFeelin' like whoop, make all the haters go awayDudu got L, so we don't ride with alwaysAnd since they killed Thuan, the pain won't go awayThat's why I been poppin' perks and pourin' up before they, uhPlay the streets like my enemies, I keep em closeI talk Dwayne the other night, feel like I'm seein' ghostsWhen I'm like this, I feel like I need to be left aloneDon't wanna talk, so I don't answer when they hit my phoneOh, I been on my grind all weekIf I told em what I'm doin', man, them niggas wouldn't believeI been droppin' tracks and feelin' pain, you know I'm bleakI got PTSD, I seen my partner not breatheI'm sippin' on this codeine, yeah, I been fightin' demonsYou don't gotta ask me if I got it, cause I keepSeen my dawg die and left my heart broke in peaceThe * that I be doin', man, them niggas wouldn't believeI'm sippin' on this codeine, yeah, I been dropin' perks and pourin' up before they, uhPlay the streets like my enemies, I keep em closeI talk Dwayne the other night, feel like I'm seein' ghostsWhen I'm like this, I keep em close