Deserve it all

(Hitmaka)
(Rockboy Beats)
(That nigga Ladd got the juice, ho)

Yeah
Got this shit straight off the block (shit)
And I never thought about makin' it out
I been talkin' to God and I thank him a lot (thank him a lot)
I'm thankful for every day (facts)
I'm thankful for people that said I'll pop
'Cause I didn't believe it (yeah)
But I'm one of them ones and I'm starting to see it (facts)
Now look at me
6AM on Hollywood Boulevard, gettin' drunk (shit)
I told my bitch I put them Perkies down
Then I popped me one (I'm sorry, baby)
Long way from the block where them niggas don't make it out (long way)
All the realest shit I never wrote it's gon' go on the radio (for sure)
I hate 'em for thinkin' I never would do it
When I was just sittin' back learnin' improvin' (facts)
I was hurtin' and tryna get focused
But it was so hard to get back to the music
'Cause Za left me lonely, that shit left me mad (damn)
Know I need you, like bro, where you at? (Facts)
But I know that I can't get him back (yeah)
Watch a nigga get back in his bag (yeah)
Was dressed with this flow it's heaven sent
They said my music was soundin' repetitive
I was too deep in the field with them steppers and
Was startin' to lose my competitive
I was just rappin' and rappin' and rappin'
And watchin' them niggas shoot past me
When I'm used to trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
Like I could get rich off this crack shit
And wishin' I quit all this rap shit
With all the manifestin' I been doin keep a nigga at it (like will it)
And them streets cold
Seen her lose her baby then she turn to a addict (damn)
And it's how it made me ain't no other way a nigga rather would have it (no other way)
And I'm still here
I could never fold nigga, ten toes I'm from Wagner

East side, y'all niggas don't get it fucked up, my nigga
Hahaha (Za, Za in the building)
I'm letting niggas know, I be tryna
Like punk Bucks, so it's like, alter ego to come out
He go wherever, do whatever
He really run harlem

I be missin' the days when a nigga was regular (no cap)
Wasn't gettin no paper
I'm posted on 20th I was with Vo on the regular (my boy)
And Chico ain't here, but often I think about if he was here what he woulda been
When the labels was passin' me up
The trenches was telling me that I was good enough (facts)
Like how I'm am I ever gon' give it up
I miss my niece
She was the one that was boosting my ego
I'm tellin' her how I was rockin' a show
And she tellin' me how she was finishing chemo
And I never fully recovered from that
Plus they want me to lose but I found me a cheat code
God forbid if I don't go with this rap shit
I'm back to servin' them bags like Doritos as far as the streets go
I knew it was something about me
I knew I was special
I knew when I started this shit I was destined
I knew I would pass every time I was tested
I knew that them niggas was slimey
My only regret I had niggas around me
Hoped for the failure and I was surrounded
Came up from nothin' so how could you doubt me
Down to my last when they found me, yeah
Gotta watch these niggas 'cause I know they don't like me
I know they'll out me (I know they'll out me)
Was a humble nigga but they kept on testing, it was making me cocky (damn)
And this how it made me ain't no other way a nigga rather would have it (no other way)
And I'm still here I can never fold nigga, ten toes I'm from Wagner