He wants to be a star
To put out his all
He wants to be acknowledged of the knowledge he speaks on
Pick up some mileage over the world and be gone
But he in the hood
Shit aint good
Naw for real im good
They want me to sign their contracts but leave me in the hood
Bitch i wish i would
Then again i should
Bitch i wish i would
Bro pass me the wood
Gats come to my shows niggas been talking bout sliding
I knew my way to the top it was just all about timing
Yea Will and Ralph in the hole remember we was just in a hottie
Damn i hate missing jail calls and i hate it when y'all call me private
Im so glad i got off of that molly
I was going straight to hell like ozzy
Will he make his bail? prolly
Niggas in that cell rotting
I've been loading shells plotting
I was taking L's watching
Niggas run off with the sauce now it look like they got on bell bottoms
He wants to be acknowledged of the knowledge he speaks on
Pick up some mileage over the world and be gone
But he in the hood
Fuck this shit i'm done with the block
Im Back in some shit my brother got shot
Still on edge ion know who it was
How the fuck i got the streets on lock?
Pillow talk to these freaks bout me cuz i'm hot
Use your mind cuz you niggas cant keep selling rocks
You ain't know? All this smoke come free to a opp
Cut ties now these niggas want beef with the mob
They say i'm top 5
Dead or alive
Dead to the world without bro on my side
Answers to life just got harder to find
Went on a scavenger hunt it was time
Giving you game ain't got much to provide
Cut off my X she been wondering why
I should've listened my mother was right
I seen this shit coming y'all niggas just blind
Fuck yo deal ill be just fine
I hate seeing Ms.Tia cry
I hate seeing my sister down blow your brains out for a peace of mind
My unk had hit the bank out like eighty racks they gave him a weekly fine
My other uncle tripped out and stole a car they gave him 35
He wants to be acknowledged of the knowledge he speaks on
Pick up some mileage over the world and be gone
But he in the hood
Spin the block befo i enter my home
Lets get it on bitch lets get in on
You could shit on me right now, when you gone ima piss on your headstone
I spent all my life in the field shit get bloody in the red zone
You could feel my presence through the headphones
I be with my dog nem like Fred Jones
Running to the money broke a leg bone
Rat lost his life guess he dead wrong
All that bull shit for the birds nigga head home i don't see bread thrown
Youngins still getting led on look at all the messages they read wrong
With his soldier rag pistol clip full waiting for em
He wants to be a star
To put out his all
He wants to be acknowledged of the knowledge he speaks on
Pick up some mileage over the world and be gone
But he in the hood