(Look out, Veno)
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
(Keem, you wrong for this one)

Straight up out them trenches where they found me (where they found me)
Yeah, I don't like fuck niggas 'round me (I don't)
I been goin' up, so I can do what I want, they down me (they wanna down me)
Don't wanna see me win, they rather see me in the county
Battlin' a murder (battlin' a murder)
Fightin' a armed robbery (fightin' a armed robbery)
They wanna see me with a M1 (with a M1)
Before they ever say they proud of me (say the proud of me)

Ratchet ass nigga, catch me slidin' in a Benz (skrrt)
Still'll do a drill like I ain't worth a couple Ms
Got another nigga main bitch all in my DM
Already hit her twice, now I'm workin' on her friend (bitch)
Slick ass nigga, I finessed you out yo' pack (pack)
Cut a nigga throat, but never stab him in the back (no)
We was hittin' licks, nigga jumpin' out and splat (skrrt)
Started sellin' weed, then we moved to the crack (facts)
Revenue done increased, so did the violence (violence)
No more open mics, all the shows got deposits (deposits)
Strapped the whole team up, the poles got divided (oh, I)
My brother went to Florida State, but he ain't go to college
We ain't have no GED (we ain't have)
I ain't even have no cable, how the fuck we get on BET? (Fuck we get on BET?)
We was sellin' grams out the zip, fifteen a G
I'm a nigga from the hood, what they seen in me?

Straight up out them trenches where they found me (where they found me)
Yeah, I don't like fuck niggas 'round me (no)
I been goin' up, so I can do what I want, they down me (they wanna down me)
Don't wanna see me win, they rather see me in the county (damn)
Battlin' a murder (battlin' a murder)
Fightin' a armed robbery (fightin' a armed robbery)
They wanna see me with a M1 (they wanna see me with a M1)
(I feel you, lil' bro, I feel you)
Before they ever say they proud of me (say the proud of me)

I'm duckin' nobody, I don't wanna see the detective
Mama, I'm sorry I became friends with the devil
Chain gang party, we drinkin' Buck with the Moonshine
Lie to my shawty, say I was comin' in July
They be debatin' if they should love me or hate me
At least I ain't lie to you, say I'm expectin' a baby
Burga told me to wait, everything fallin' in place
You ain't have to tell me that you hatin', seen it all in your face
How you bite my hand off, like you ain't already ate?
Playin' handball, tryna smack this bitch out the gate
I'm mournin' you every day, but you moved out the way
They waitin' for the blogs to say I caught me a case
Nigga, every time I balled, I hit you right in my plate
Got my back against the wall to see what's comin' my way
They dissin', say they gon' kill me, I ain't trippin', I pray
I ain't trippin', my shoes tied
In the club with a deuce-five, bitch-nigga (I feel you, lil' bro, I feel you)

Straight up out them trenches where they found me (where they found me)
Yeah, I don't like fuck niggas 'round me (no)
I been goin' up, so I can do what I want, they down me (they wanna down me)
(I feel you, lil' bro, I feel you, boy)
Don't wanna see me win, they rather see me in the county
Battlin' a murder (battlin' a murder)
Fightin' a armed robbery (fightin' a armed robbery)
They wanna see me with a M1 (they wanna see me with a M1)
Before they ever say they proud of me (say the proud of me)

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Akeem Ervin, Bill Kapri, Ceary Houston, Keyanta Bullard, Mark Jefferson