(These tears I cry)
(Sure won't be the last) ayy, rest in peace to Nip
(They will not be the last, no) the album was done, I had to go back in on this shit
('Cause this pain inside)
(It never seems to pass me) see I feel even more trapped
(I said it never seems to pass me by)

Yeah
Where'd we start off? How we go wrong?
Niggas risk it all to put a nigga name in his song
Niggas fighting over blocks that we don't even own
Leave the house to get a bag and never make it back home
Bulletproof truck, I'm full time rapping
I wasn't living like this when I was still trapping
Son seen me shed a tear like, "Daddy, what happened?"
I'm like, "Daddy aight but Daddy don't know what's gon' happen"
Niggas rapping gangster lyrics and thinking it's cool
'Til you the suspect or victim they post on the news
So the dope that you selling the dope that you use
Y'all made popping pills cool, you niggas confused
I'm a true independent, you niggas should listen
Rather record label or not, I was investing my millions
I spent millions on my artists and did it consistently
If it ain't real boss talk, nigga, watch how you mention me
Real estate got it checked, 20 mil on that
30 in the bank, I'm 50 off, I'm still at that
I seen a hundred bricks, I had a hundred Dracos with a hundred shots
But til I see that hundred mil ain't really did nothing, nigga
I ain't impressed by a killer
I'm impressed by a hustler who's taking care his mother and his brother
And his significant other
Put his niggas in position to show 'em he love 'em

Hey you know I just moved to LA right
So I had to ride down Crenshaw just to see it for myself
Damn
See I had a call back home too said shit ain't lookin' good
It's life

I just paid 8 mil to the IRS
I don't agree but then again you can say I'm blessed
Late night no sleep, you can say I'm stressed
Bruh called say he fighting for his life, say less
Quarter mil to the lawyer, straight cash no check
Never lied to my niggas, I'ma stand on that
I done cried to my niggas
'Cause real brothers really love each other and nobody threats
I just went to Jay house, got hit with reality
I got a long way to go for real, this shit baffling
90 mil on a crib and he not a athlete
If I don't make it for my family this shit gon' be a tragedy
I'm tryna live life and make sure they proud of me
I give no energy to critics or niggas who doubted me
I'm a black owned business owner, entrepreneur
We all from the gutter, from the mud, from the sewer
Send a text to Meek, told him move safe
Send a text to Youngsta, I'm checking on your case
Send a text to Bagg, boy you on your way
Don't get caught up in these streets, you one hit away
I sit down with Bloc tell him you young but you gotta take this shit serious
Life bout more than guns, hoes, and a lot of jewelry
I just hope that they hearing me, I love these niggas dearly
They like, "Gotti you changed," yeah I call it maturity
I gotta get to the bag, and these labels be fearing me
Five million in watches, and no stones in the jewelry
Fn on me nigga, I'm securing security
I'm tryna get a hundred mil, fuck facing a jury

Nigga think all that lil shit you doing cool
'Til it's you versus the motherfuckin' federal government nigga
Then what?
Then what you lil niggas gonna do?
Start telling every motherfuckin' thing you know, huh
That ain't a real nigga, that ain't no gangster shit
All these niggas on Instagram posting their motherfuckin' business and shit
Draco this, big sack that
And they gon' be the first nigga to rat on a nigga, you know what I'm saying
Whole social media shit the police nigga
When you niggas gon' wake up nigga?
19, niggas still telling on yourself
Where they do that it?
This rich gangsta shit forever
We made it

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Akene Dunkley, Aliaune Thiam, Arden Altino, Douglas Edwards, Jerry Duplessis, Mario Mims, Nicholas Warwar, Tarik Azzouz, Thomas Richardson