On the phone with Master T, cause I'm tryna master this
Nigga, that's what it is, what kind of life is this, you heard me
So many times I was supposed to save my mind
And so many times I ain't no virgin, I'm crying

Got me acting like, why
Why a young nigga gotta, really gotta die
Young niggas gotta die, oh
So many times I've been smiling but I'm crying

So many times I was fine but I was lying
Said I was fine, my nigga, I was lying
Striving, I was trying
Just, I was grinding

Put my life on the line, niggas can't see this
Put my whole city on the map, now they see shit
My real baby, I need God for the painting
Hanging with them top dogs, I done really fucked up

Now I got a pasta, really, really fucked up
Many, many knocked up, look, uh-uh, it's blinkin
I'm singing, yeah
I'm singing for myself

Don't hit me, uh-oh
Baby, now don't go, ayy
I'm a fuckboy
And they said I don't talk, boy

So many things I don't talk about
So many things that I walk about, talk about
Till they're fed up, then they're fed up, then they say
Many things I'ma die about

Talkin' bout my past, many things I'ma cry about
Nigga too rude, tell me what I'ma lie about
Come on, baby, now, what I write about
Ayy, I'm in and out

Who don't get money, they call them touts
The ones, we get money, they say not smart ass
But nobody who get money now ain't really smart ass
Nigga, hi-yah