Intro (RnB)

I grew up without my dad

Cause he got killed by my brother's mom

Word on the street is that she stabbed him a couple times

Found out that he had another girl pregnant

Tryna let it go but but her pride wouldn't let it

Thoughts saying murder so she picked up a weapon

Knife to the chest, now there's no more Fredrick, damn

Was too young to even be sad though

Everything was all cool cause I had more

He was more than an uncle, he was more like a brother

Matter of fact he was more like my dad though

Took part of my soul when they killed him

Seven twelve oh-seven shit got real

One shot to the chest can't be real

To this day man y'all don't know how I feel

Still wanna call your phone

But I know that you won't answer, I feel all alone

Streets raised me, mom did what she could

Tryna raise five bad boys in the hood

By the age of thirteen nigga I was smoking weed

Got my hands on a gun same day I caught a jug

Kicked out the crib mom's tired of the cops knocking

Dropped out of high school, said fuck college

Just a young nigga out here with no guidance

Skinny nigga that was never scared of nobody

I caught a juvenile case, yeah they sat me down

Couple months in Arizona now I'm back around

Fuck no, no lessons learned

I came home thinkin' it's my turn

On probation still catching cases

Still smoking weed, now I'm on the run

While later, man I ran into some money

Lord knows couldn't tell me nothin'

I'm for real when they copped [?]

Wore [?] jewelry me and mean, we was stuntin'

But you know that ain't last long

Like I said I was on the run

Nigga caught another case and they sent me upstate

Hard time, wasn't nothin' fun

Whole time I was up there snappin'

No friends, no fam, what happened

No mail, no texts got a nigga catchin' wreck in the mountains

I was up there stressin'

Writin' songs made the time go by

'Till my celly said Rock you hot

I'm for real, you can probably get a deal

Matter fact let's take it to the yard outside

I spit a verse and sung a hook and they said bring it back

Young boy, you got that work, you really in your bag

Came home and I'm fucking up the game now

Niggas mad cause I rap and sing now

Hell yeah I done made my own lane now

Watch this RnB shit be flames now

Watch this RnB shit be flames now