Know what I've been going through lately?
Sometimes I, I get depressed, I might overeat or I might not eat
Sometimes I get to buying shit I don't even need
Clothes that I'm never gon' wear
I get to entertaining old relationships and shit

Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell, or the block, or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up and throw away the key
Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option (yeah)

I had just finished the prison stint
Without the presumption of innocence
The system don't look at me different
When I'm only tryna do something legitimate
My children been mad at they mothers
Like, "When is our daddy coming home?"
We video visit on FaceTime
But they like a thousand miles away
Christian Louboutin, I got my spikes on now
Fall off in the morning, look like girls go wild
I'm in Chiraq and you know how I'm livin'
I'm one in a million, it's a dangerous city
I'm still tryna see where the fuck I offended
When all that I did was get caught with a pistol
Chief of parole was a black man
Or in better words, another nigga
You know you lied on me on the stand
I'm still tryna see what I did him
Went to trial in federal court, knowing I was gon' lose
Even when the verdict got rendered
I'll still be a bread winner

Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell, or the block, or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up and throw away the key
Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option

I thought when I got out of jail in Florida
I wouldn't sit in a cell again
Broke the lil' promise I made to my daughter
That I wouldn't put her through hell again
The man in the mirror look at me and whispered
"You gotta get better control of your businesses"
"Quit being stubborn whenever you suffer"
"The people that suffer the most are your children"
Flew her in from Houston got my ice on now
Lick on her lil body 'til the lights go out
Up end of my circumstance, in my section I'm labeled a shooter
People that don't even know me
So how in the fuck they controlling my future?
All of the people who matter be smilin'
I know that they proud of me
Holdin' it down up the road on a bid
Everybody that doubted me
Flew baby in from Houston got my ice on now
Lick on her lil body 'til the lights go out

Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell, or the block, or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up and throw away the key
Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option

'Til the lights go out
You know sometimes I uh, I-I I get
I get depressed you know and I can't move and I
I might get on Instagram and slide in the DM of a bitch
That I used to talk with and I
Fly baby in from Houston got my ice on now
Lick on her lil body 'til the lights go out
Until the lights go out, oh

Raw, keep that

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Danny Snodgrass, Kevin Jerome Gilyard, Kim Candilora, Maxwell Nichols