(Pipe that shit up, TNT)

People think I'm crazy say my mind gone
'Cause I can't leave the house without my fye
People think yeah, yeah

Oh, people think I'm crazy say my mind gone
'Cause I can't leave the house without my fye
It's gon' take 'em years to see what I'm on
And all my kids still rich the day I die

Came from a little to a lot
All this money we done ran up, ran up, ran up (nah, forreal)
Mama say you'd bet not let these niggas trick you out yo spot
It's time to man up, man up, man up (keep it real)
I'm slippin', fallin', I know (fucked up)
I spend all my time and all my life
Tryna make sure we on

Nah, fasho, go
These niggas be lazy as hell
I've been hustling out the door
I put the whole family on my back a nigga ain't going out like no ho
When I walk in and out the house I'm strapped
Anything feel the wrong way, I'ma blow
Anytime a nigga better watch how he act
You gon' act any way act like you know, nigga
Feel like I been through this shit here a million times
When I came up there they ain't show no love
Ain't never asked for no vouchers
That's why them pussy ass niggas be poutin'
And not for attention
As soon as I come in the room
And ain't no one said it out loudly
Say how you you feelin'
Why you keep holding it in you?
How can't I get it up out you?
I'm fuckin on three different freaks (like three)
Missin' my big brother G
You wanna numb me some drinks
For him and my daddy in heaven get mixed up with me
You listen to them ho ass niggas all you want to
You ain't gotta listen to me
Last nigga to play it got lit like a tree
Ain't it even Christmas, nigga

Came from a little to a lot
All this money we done ran up, ran, up ran up
Mama say you'd bet not let these niggas trick you out yo spot
It's time to man up, man up, man up
I'm slippin', fallin', I know
I spend all my time and all my life
Tryna make sure we on

You know I've been doing this shit for us, nigga
You know from the door
From the start, nigga
Shit about me I'd a been straight, nigga
I'd a been kicked back, nigga
I'm sittin' here with all these M's
All this mothafuckin' fake ass love
All this fake ass fame and shit
And I'm still livin' like I don't give a fuck
I know niggas out here who ain't doing shit for theyselves
They think they suppose to be livin' the way I don't even really wanna live

Burglaries, robberies
I can't find the time I need inside my dreams
I done seen my brother bleedin' on the side of me
Oh Lord, please don't let them murder me
Cocaine Bentley GT
Came up off the streets
Can't find no peace, where do I go?
Mama got a brand new home
I done moved her out the park from out the north
When niggas around I don't like to talk
Only thing I know is take 'em off
My shameless scars, can't take it off
Thirty mill' stay in a regular house
I ain't want be how I apologize
Instead of sayin' I'm sorry
First child that I was supposed to have
Got excited I named her Ari
I been hustlin' for my family, reaper on me
Can't get 'em off me
Hurt inside they made me act this way
But them people still gon' still fault me
From the streets and that's what taught me
I'd been dealin' with my pain on top my brain
For a fake love scene
Told my engineer my girl don't bring her thang
But convulsin'
Half a million on a diamond ring
But more what your love cost me
You should know what all this bring

Came from a little to a lot
All this money we done ran up, ran up, ran up
Mama say you'd bet not let these niggas trick you out yo spot
It's time to man up, man up, man up
I'm slippin', fallin', I know
I spend all my time and all my life
Tryna make sure we on

Ooh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Ooh-oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., LUSH MUSIC LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): David Mcdowell, Ethan Hayes, Jason Goldberg, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Kentrell Gaulden, Nathan Lamarche, Thomas Horton