I came by myself f*ck who you wit
I’m fully committed a hundred percent
I told my lil brothers there’s money to get
recorded some music and look where it went
legally trappin we going legit
packs in the back of a truck wit a kit
I’m quick with them knuckles dawg and I can spit
you reach for my chain and I’m bussin yo sh*t

all of my music comes straight from the heart
lost what I love and I had to restart
you could have been wit me and now when you see me them feelings of jealousy tear you apart
repairing the damage I fought and I fought.
you showed me you wasn’t the person I thought
truly believed you, looks are deceiving
you could keep just keep everything that I bought
hang on to that money you owe me.
constantly question the lies that you told me
having nightmares from the dreams that you sold me
these emotions killin me slowly
I’m finished wit the flash backs
too much negativity I’m passed that
take 2 hits then I pass that. make two flips over CashApp. keep the money counter sitting on the kitchen counter right next to the dab mat

I do what I want
heard they was talking but I don’t respond
searching for somewhere I think I belong
positive energy mentally strong
always come thru when the pressure is on
constantly wondering where I went wrong
live in the present these memories gone
predicted my future my vision beyond


I’m escaping
smoking some loud and get creative
why are women so complicated
never let another hoe betray me
use the pain as my motivation
marijuana in cultivation
music money and the ganja pay me
my mama said she praying for my safety

heard they was plotting on me
I could tell from the vibe you are not the homie
eyes wide open I watch em closely
handle dirt all by my lonely


I'm finally done honestly numb
bout to go scream at the top of my lungs
blunt in my mouth hand on my gun
hustle god Ima army of one

I came by myself f*ck who you wit
I’m fully committed a hundred percent
I told my lil brudda there’s money to get
recorded some music and look where it went
legally trappin we going legit
packs in the back of a truck wit a kit
I’m quick with them knuckles dawg and I can spit
you reach for my chain and I’m bussin yo sh*t

all of my music comes straight from the heart
lost what I love and I had to restart
you could of have been wit me and now when you me them feelings of jealousy tear you apart
repairing them damage I fought and I fought
you showed me you wasn’t the person I thought
you wasn’t for me now I’m recording turning my tragic into my Art

Army of One