(And, I hate waking up)
15, I was stuck, all on my own
And 16, I was slangin' dope, doing wrong
17, I had sung your name in my song
And, I turned 18, and I found peace in my zone
My 'lil bitch, yeah, I made that (Yeah, I made that)
And, I was 13, when I seen a nigga cook crack
Niggas can't touch my blues clues, bitch, my pockets fat
And i'm poppin' them .325's, like a tic tac
And, I add it up, add that math
Then, I hide that money inside that case, inside the valve
And, I still miss my young niggas that's stuck inside the trap
And, big Bugatti, that young nigga that got me up inside the rap
And, just like my young nigga Knievel, bitch, I took that route, huh (K-)
I'm tired of the motherfuckin' games, bitch, just hush yo mouth
And them lame ass niggas try to diss on me? they aint in the south
Aint for the fake rap, bitch, yeah, I aint for the clout
Want smoke? imma TEC it out
And, pussy boy, I know that you from the drought