Free my niggaz locked up, I hope you see the sun
Fuck the feds my hommies hate them men in uniforms
Rolling deep I lost it all but look what I become
Live your life cos any day you could go overboard
I don’t wanna go back to jail
I was sleeping on the cold floor waiting for bail
Some days I been dey tax niggaz just to survive
I’m a Lord in these streets I don’t do shit for the hype
Real niggaz move in silence and violence
But on g cos kpor kpor don dey off their sirens e
Fuck fashion we been stylin
Couple hot headed niggaz in my band wagon
In high school I used to sit at the back
With all the niggaz wey dey tear slap, press nyash for class
Next time I won’t hold back
If a nigga disrespect best believe I’ma slide, you get caught for your cap
Pushed weight outta state a couple times in my life
When the shit get intense I find a way to survive
And it’s no cap, I’ve had some bad days in my life
Something like the diamond in the rough that hasn’t been found
Took some L’s but I turned them into lessons
Count my blessings, what’s life without the lessons
Take my time cos time is of the essence
Now we all up in their faces tell me who the next is
Rest in peace to my nigga Scott
Remember when we planned to takeover the world
Now we on demand nigga can you look at God?
If I could you bring back to life it’d had been long done (on God)
I run with a squad
My shooters make you wish you never drew the sword
You get jacked for your phones and all the shit you got
I’ll smoke a nigga with my back against the wall
No knack egede if you no belong
Niggaz claimin gang gang but don’t know what’s involved
Niggaz dying on the streets that’s the price of war
Gang members spending thousands at the fashion store
It costs to be a boss
Paid my dues and leveled up at every chance I got
When the whole team winning the best is yet to come
But I still take it slow cos life’s a marathon
Faaji na turn by turn
Stay down till you come up cos your time go come
Many days I was broke and had no one to call
But I never lose my faith till we forever ball
Keep the real ones closer
I can’t keep my enemies close fuck what they told ya
Remember when I asked for help and got cold shoulders
Niggaz never real as they seem so I’m anti social
I put my mom in a crib I’m not just in a gang
Your lines are all wash, its cap you never bang
My niggaz eating and some of them got dirty hands
Clean money, dirty money take em all with open hands
I’m the type to get a bag and not speak about it
I got shot at 19 and I ain’t tweet about it
Its a long road to the top I’m taking all the steps
Or use the elevator cos I ain’t playing fair
Shoutout to all the people who done put me on
One thing I’m not is ungrateful I’ll tell you that for sure
You want a nigga smoked I’ll tell you who to call
John Doe, niggaz don’t know half the shit I’m on