BLAST

You say you know me
But you wasn't even there for my lowest
All I got is my nigga Mo
We catching bands, about to get four Mo
Eight years ago I ain't even got a bed
I was embarrassed I ain't have any friends
Sleeping outside all I got is a tent
I ain't have shit when I was ten
But now I'm livin life like I got all these bands
All of a sudden I'm a niggas friend
I hate all these niggas, they all pretend
They was hatin on me
But now they all a fan
How that shit work?
I be poppin xannies I don't give a fuck abt the perc
Cuz I'm tired of all this shit
I be putting in all the work
Nigga put in all the work
Been to the days where we ain't even go to church
Praying for something to happen
Man I just gotta lurk
I been praying to god asking "when is it my turn?"
Can't just know n*ggas gotta stay low
Gotta stay alert
Walk him down hit him with 100 rounds
When that chopper blast all you hear is loud sounds
Lace a car tire with a couple 100 pounds
Pussy niggas always acting like some fucking clowns
I be state to state running through yo fucking town
I'm the king of this shit where's my fucking crown