Through My Rearview

I'm haunted by nightmares all my niggas that died

Homies in dark cells, I imagined they cried

In a world of cocksuckers and these bitches that lie

Jodi tryna understand what type of nigga am I?

Asks me why I'm so quiet, what I'm holdin' inside

"Somethin' wrong with you baby? Why you stare at the sky?"

Told her I was just in thought, looking back on my life

There was times I thought I'd never ever survive

Never thought I'd live a day to see

A time when I would rise above my enemies

Maybe it's my karma and my destiny

To makin' sure these niggas gon' remember me

Once again it's on, rollin whether right or we wrong

Ain't no hope for tomorrow, another shot of Patron

Only live for the moment, we could die any moment

Like The World Is A Ghetto, like my childhood was stolen

Said a prayer for my niggas in the darkest corners

We one in the same the way them cops beat on us

Had a dream I was back inside of prison last night

Hearin' voices screamin' get it like it's just your last night

Tryna​ give these niggas vision homie

Can only hope to God that they listen to me

Cause you can take a look inside the sky

See the times is real

We was hungry so we started doin' crimes for meals

I'm just askin' is there really any time to kill?

Cause they​ killin' us and still they want my kind to chill

What the fuck do these blogs know?

Cuz I'm the realest nigga in the world yo

Startin to really feel like there's somethin' missin' outta my life

Got me holdin' on tight to these strippers at night

Knowin' that I got a daughter home

And it's really my job to keep her off a pole

Sittin' in the middle of the kitchen comin' up with a plan

Tryna raise my son to be a better man than I am

Won't let him fall to these cold streets

Victim of the system it's a ??

Can't believe I made it past the old me

I lived​ long enough to be a OG

In a Benz just staring at the world through my rearview

Don't want to kill all these niggas but I'm prepared to

Close your eyes if I'm with you you can see in the dark

The industry is for the lames, dick-riders and marks

It was obvious that I was built different from start

And I'd never sell my soul just to be on the charts

I'm a king that go that hard

Half a key on the stove in a glass jar

Attracted by the lights and these fast cars

Time to blast off like it's NASA

Tell me how am I living in a world where it's cool to pretend

If I die don't cry we probably never was friends

Got love for my real ones in any event

Get into the money still but never content

Guess it's all about who you know

Shout out to all my young ?? yo

And if you gon' do it make a movie bro

This the realest shit that I've ever wrote

In a mother fuckin' studio