Go get your money up
Blacked out trucks, they already know it's us
Telling all my niggas I got em' because it's only us
Chilling in Atlanta, just rapping and I made run it up
Telling all your problems, I got you, but I don't give a fuck
Ramen noodles with two eggs up in my starter cup
Couldn't get a bowl, we wiped his nose because he was acting tough
Working two jobs back to back, but it's just not enough
Quit for three years, coming back, we good just cleaning rust
Back in high school, broke as fuck, we used to catch the bus
Niggas living now, but then back then, we couldn't make this up
We couldn't make this up
Yeah
Telling all your mans, he go to jail, then he come right back
Going to the store, we couldn't even get a wrap snack
They selling in the streets, my cousin come home with a big stack
Owing niggas money, ain't no talking or no chit-chat
Growing had it hard, but we ain't even made no Section 8
Mom was tryna find a house, we moved right down at Granny Place
Back when I was little, I knew I had to make away a hundred thousand to my father just to see his fucking face
Taking all that molly and purse, ain't gon' bring the pain away
Saw my mama crying up in my face, I ain't know what to say
Living positive, so we would listen to Amazing Grace
Ignoring knowing all the haters and they love me, gotta stay away
Yeah
They don't listen to me now
Then they never will
If they don't listen to me now
They they never will
Living in them trenches, close my eyes cause I done seen enough
Going in church, lay me in that water, pastor lifted me up
Do it for my sister cause I love her, ain't no giving up
Call me, I got you
I swear, I promise that I'm picking up
Yeah