Yeah, I came up out the gutter where the block don’t ever sleep, I lost brothers to the system, shed some blood up in the street, I been prayin’ for a blessing but the devil wantin’ me, they threw my cousin in a cell and he ain’t never findin’ peace, I was stuck inside the trap, tryna flip it for the rent, every dollar that I made got me sinnin’, heaven-sent, I done cried inside the whip, I done bled behind the tent, told my mama I’d be good but I was lyin’ through the shit, On the gang, I was broke, I was hungry with the bros, had to fight for every inch, had to rumble with the lows, I was runnin’ from my pain but that bitch gon’ always show, I was duckin’ from the opps, duckin’ 12, duckin’ hope, French flow, get the bag, throw it back on the ave, I remember all the nights when the world did me bad, had the cuffs on my wrist, cold metal made me mad, judge talkin’ like he God, gave a number to my dad, And these streets don’t love a soul, they just take what you got, lil’ homie got popped, bullets rainin’ a lot, and the pastor say pray, but the prayer don’t stop, ‘cause the pain real deep, got me talkin’ to Glocks, I was sleepin’ on the floor, no lights, no heat, mama cryin’ every night ‘cause the bills ain’t free, had a hoodie on tight, tryna dodge that beef, tryna make it out the mud but it cling like grief, Durk flow when I slide, I done lost too much, every wound that I got got me scared to trust, every bitch that I loved left me broke as fuck, every friend that I fed left me starved and stuck, I been holdin’ on pain, tryna breathe real slow, had my back to the wall, had nowhere to go, put my life in these raps, let my dead ones know, if I make it out the trenches, then we all gon’ blow, And the jail calls hittin’ like “bro, stay strong,” and the nights real long, and the love feel wrong, and the world don’t care ‘bout the shit we on, so I put it in a verse, make the pain live on.
