I stopped talking, yeah I know its been while
Simba can vouch I was sixth grade, been doing this since a little child
Feels like I just stepped in this game
Although I been running miles, acting wild
I was eleven when I seen five pounds
Me and my brother made a move on it chopped it nothing less than a ounce
Look at me now

He told me if we were gonna do this bro just make it count
Cause one wrong left could take a nigga out
If I'm being honest he was right though
I flash backs to psycho but instead of a decade
They gave me life without parole hit the gavel not a chance of returning
Got me thinking what's more important
Snapped back knew I was certain
I'm moving with purpose forcing closed doors to open
Freedom on the line I'm baggin' dimes
Listening to HOV- Can I live?

1800 in my pocket had to make a call to papi now the re up looking stocky
Feeling like Bronny nobody can't stop me had my first exchange up in the lobby
Lil psycho is what they called me
Now I'm committed, wasn't playing like them other kids
Devon was moving different
Fresh pair of jays up on my feet but the jersey Pippen
Type of collection that was vivid
Still feeling like a featherweight in a game full the heavy weights
Endured so much pain but still fighting til this day going wild like Deontay

Oh, he rapping now please stop this ain't a hobby
What's understood don't gotta be explained
There I go, spilling my pain you too close we got the aim
I got shooter in the clan call em' temper and faze banks

Ol' head gave the piece told me run with it, don't run from it
There you go rushing and sprinting towards it
I learned to be quick but not in a hurry moving swift like Stephen Curry
My first time holding that 30 mag clip holding like 30
Blood stains go, so stay poised and never worry

You win some
You lose some
You live to fight another day
Shoutout to my first girl sort of remind me Ashanti
Foolish how she used to put it on me, and honestly
I wouldn't be who I am today girl appreciate you always
Times changed, I'm gone ain't no looking back