No Escape

Eight

'Bout the wait

Bein' in the hood with no escape

Learned from my mistakes

Sentence on cases

Back when I was five years old, I knew that I was gon' be great

I found my gift for music back around the age of eight

I knew I'd be successful, it was more about the wait

So unacceptable as being in the hood with no escape

My mama taught me right but I just learned from my mistakes

Started washing up the day I caught a sentence on the case

Hunger pains shaped me to the way I am today

I gotta live with it, feelings that won't ever go away

Not every day I pray, but that ain't nothing cute to say

The money good, but how I know my boys is finna stay?

Put my all into this music, I ain't make it here to play

Came a long way from booking niggas, me and Trigga Trey

Okay, I'm just tryna shed a little bit of light

And motivate them kids who haven't found they way in life

Remember I ain't have nowhere to lay my head at night

Trappin' on the block, I was sellin' weed and dirty Sprite

Don't wait until you hurtin' 'fore you choose to pray to Christ

Shooter on my package, you ever see me on them bikes

Still be in my hood, I'm comin' up, I'm playin' dice

I earned my stripes so I walk around my city like shit nice

On God, I wish I could make sure everybody eat

Red bottoms drippin' off of everybody feet

Hard feelings, I be thinking everybody keep

And I'm workin' hard, I be up while everybody sleep

Asthma acting up, fuck it, I don't really care

Still spittin' bars while I'm wheezing for some air

Pocket hold a deuce, and yeah, it's small, I'm well aware

When it flare, hit your melon, bet your salsa hit the air

VVS's diamonds on me, reason why they stare

Youngest out the city, reason I don't really care

AN on my body, best believe I'm well aware

Quarter milli' on the 'Gram, lil' boy, you're nowhere near

Flexed up, just was next up, now I'm up now

Down to Earth, true to all my fans, I could touch ground

Run up on me thinkin' I don't got it, you get pumped down

Bustdown, glizzy in my pocket, stupid nigga

No security, 18, I don't think they hearing me

Apparently niggas ain't real, shit be scaring me

I'm glizzied up, got that glizzy tucked, why they fearing me?

Rap nigga try to throw shade, why he daring me?

18, got a clean record thanks to YO

Your bitch, she swallow

You feel a way, then catch a hollow

And hits really nothin', we don't really care for five-o

I been doin' this shit, as a kid I was nine-o

But they don't really know that, somethin' like a throwback

Tryna clean the image up so I don't wanna show that

Headed to the top, I ain't never tryna go back

Signs you see me throwin' up, they nothin' like a zodiac

Fuck the other side, see my nuts, they can hold that

Showin' off them pistols, I ain't never seen you blow that

Smelly hella proud and the opps already know that

If y'all want me gone, why don't you come and pull up where a show at?

No cap

No cap (Niggas already know I was gon' make it)

Man, she know I was gon' make it

You know I was gon' make it, yeah

I can talk my, my stuff now

'Cause we out here

No, yeah, you act tough inside the school

And out here, look at you today, yeah, quiet

Remember sellin' white up on the block

Tryna make some knots

D's try to run up in the spot

Me and Smelly sittin' in the trap

Smokin' on the pack

Wrong crib, all you smell is crack

And I done put my trenches onto rap

I wish I could go back

To August 14th to be exact

That's when my nigga Smelly would be here

Trauma so severe

I had to watch him crying out for air

Bet he's in the air, make me cough

Spinnin' through the fourth

Catch an opp, I'm finna take him off

And I call the shots, I'm a boss

Skinny version Ross

Dummy in the air, take a loss

Y'all niggas gon' get me caught up, man

Got me talkin' hot and shit, man

Niggas know my body though

SB the fuck up, gang