(Trell's on the track)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)

I came out a roarin' lion
I survived through the toughest of climates
They was selling them dreams, I ain't buy it
I went straight to the top with my mindset
Patek Philippe, my wrist timeless
I call the shit perfect timin'
I call the shit perfect timin'
Every day on that block, we was grindin'
See, I ain't really have a thing
I was tryna get some guala
See, this was way before the fame
Bro told me, "Stack every dollar," ay
New Audemar, not a plain
And all of my diamonds, they flawless
She wanna fuck and just live with a young nigga
'Cause she know I'm on some boss shit
When I come through, they like, "Aw, shit"

I told my niggas, "I'm gettin' us all rich"
Got the package, it's comin' through federal doors
I cop the coke, leave you hard bricks, ay
I learned my lesson for lovin' these hoes
These bitches be about all dicks
Three codefendants when we caught that case
I'm the one that kept it solid
If I go broke today
We gon' mask up with K's
I'ma run in the bank and just say, "It's a stick-up
I need everything out the safe," hey
They know that nobody safe
I play where don't nobody play, uh
They know that nobody, they know that nobody, they know that nobody safe, hey
I turned my dream to reality
I swear to God, it's a shame, yeah
I had a hustle mentality
I'm grindin' hard every day, hey
I reminisce 'bout the tragedies
Got my lil' dawg in the grave
Got my lil' dawg, got my lil' dawg, got my lil' dawg in the grave
I seen the hurt in my mother face
And I seen the hurt in my brother face
Had to get off my ass and go out and get it
I couldn't do it no other way
What you know about paper chasing?
On the floor, sleepin' in the basement
Out the mud, got it out the pavement
Right in front the judge, boy, you made a statement
Eleven years old, felt it in my soul that I'ma die in these streets
Bullets sprayin' 'round, night, lay me down
Gotta pray before I go to sleep
Mama told me, "Better look both ways, you lose your life in these streets"
Steady reminisce about all the old days, shit ain't right in these streets

I came out a roarin' lion
I survived through the toughest of climates
They was selling them dreams, I ain't buy it
I went straight to the top with my mindset
Patek Philippe, my wrist timeless
I call the shit perfect timin'
I call the shit perfect timin'
Every day on that block, we was grindin'
See, I ain't really have a thing
I was tryna get some guala
See, this was way before the fame
Bro told me, "Stack every dollar," ay
New Audemar, not a plain
And all of my diamonds, they flawless
She wanna fuck and just live with a young nigga
'Cause she know I'm on some boss shit
When I come through, they like, "Aw, shit"

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Writer(s): Kendrell Mattox, Tyquian Bowman