[Hook]
Late nights, fuck sleep, cold wind in my chest
Streetlights watchin’ like, “Yeah, he stressed”
No love for these bitches, no trust for the rest
You slip one time, get left in the mess
Came up off shit, concrete, and hope
Had to juggle real life, tight fuckin’ rope
They want me fucked up, broke, or a joke
But I’m still ten toes, heavy-ass coat
[Verse 1]
Raised where the curb got more sense than teachers
Sirens louder than fake-ass preachers
Mama prayed, streets raised me
Had to learn fast, shit got crazy
Everybody tough till the rent due
Then they switch sides, turn resentful
Same niggas talkin’ “we next” too
Now they quiet when the check due
I don’t smile for the net, that’s clown shit
These rappers all cap, sound rich
I been broke, pissed off, down bad
Had to scrape every crumb I had
Backwood stinkin’, whip smell loud
Fuck your opinion, I ain’t tryna be proud
If you ain’t help me when I was down
Don’t dap me now, don’t come around
[Hook]
Late nights, fuck sleep, cold wind in my chest
Streetlights watchin’ like, “Yeah, he stressed”
No love for these bitches, no trust for the rest
You slip one time, get left in the mess
Came up off shit, concrete, and hope
Had to juggle real life, tight fuckin’ rope
They want me fucked up, broke, or a joke
But I’m still ten toes, heavy-ass coat
[Verse 2]
I been mobbin’ through the Bay with a chip on my shoulder
Heart cold, mind older
Trust thin, patience lower
Every fake smile make me sober
Niggas fold for clout and attention
Tellin’ half-truths, changin’ dimensions
I don’t argue, I just remember
Burn bridges, watch ‘em catch embers
Seen loyalty die over petty shit
Money make cowards show jealousy quick
I don’t need friends, I need benefits
Real ones rare, I ain’t stressin’ it
Talk slick, better back it up
City ruthless, don’t gas it up
I earned every scar I got
Every win came after a lot
[Bridge]
Can’t sleep, mind stay loud
Too many nights I was down and out
Same city, different route
Still ready if shit jump out
[Hook]
Late nights, fuck sleep, cold wind in my chest
Streetlights watchin’ like, “Yeah, he stressed”
No love for these bitches, no trust for the rest
You slip one time, get left in the mess
Came up off shit, concrete, and hope
Had to juggle real life, tight fuckin’ rope
They want me fucked up, broke, or a joke
But I’m still ten toes, heavy-ass coat
[Outro]
Bay bred, bad attitude
Still hungry, still rude
Fuck fame, fuck your mood
I survived what broke you
FlumBoJay
