I remember a few years ago
When I got stabbed in my face
My mama told me she was on the way to the hospital
And she was cryin' and she was askin' God
Please don't take my son
And she said God spoke back to her and He said
I ain't gon' take him
Your son got a purpose
He got way too much he gotta fulfill on this earth
It ain't his time yet
Yeah
My adrenaline pumpin', predictin' the police gon' pull up before I get finished this heist
As a juvenile delinquent, I was pistol grippin' 'cause I heard niggas tryna get at my life
I had niggas really tryna murder me, I was in high school walkin' around with a knife
I was so broke, I had to shower with wipes
No lights in the traphouse, hungry, eating dirty rice
I'm really finna lay in the grass and then wait for niggas
I hate them niggas, I really can't debate with niggas
I put the dick in the nine and then rape a nigga
Replace a nigga, chopper finna decay a nigga
I can make a pussy nigga go blind from the laser, nigga
Deflate a nigga, fuck around and filet a nigga
And if I really want you gone, I could pay a nigga
To braze a nigga, thought he could elevate a nigga
I'll bust a nigga head to the white meat
We ain't even gotta shoot a pistol, you can fight me
They'll hate to see your body with no head at the crime scene
Stretched out on the ground in a chalk lining
I remember when the police tried to blind me with the high beams
Got in a fender bender with the semiautomatic on me
Two twin pocket rockets on me and they Siamese
To be honest, I been tryna pray to God that I can find peace, uh
They want me dead and gone
Gone
I wrote my name on the wall in blood, put a scar on the rug
Now tell me how can I right my wrongs?
I'm gon' be here when it's all said and done
I'm riding dirty even though I'm on the run
Toting my gun (Yeah)
Draco come with a kickback
Them 7.62s go straight through your six-pack
Fuck around and get popped like a Tic-Tac
Now he in the emergency room with a shitbag
Pistol-whip a nigga 'til he get whiplash
I had to send him a box to his crib and it's gift-wrapped
He got shot in the head, now his face look mismatched
Rule number one, nigga, don't ever sleep where you shit at
I trap where I stay, but got shooters protectin' me
I earned my stripes in the street like a referee
I'm in all red on the block, I look like a low battery
I get sick of these niggas, I think I got allergies
I'm 'bout my green, but I don't eat celery
You let them niggas rob you, why the fuck you tellin' me?
Triple H with the hammer, get hit with this Pedigree
All of my A-1 day one niggas got felonies
Niggas stabbed me and left me for dead (For real)
And they wonder why I keep the Draco under my bed (Yeah)
Beretta with one in the head (Huh?)
I still don't show no remorse for the night that I slid (Hell nah)
I'm a home invader, don't let me in your crib
Fireline, bitch, but I ain't rockin' all red (Slatt, slatt)
Fuck 12, we don't conversate with feds
I got the type of chopper that'll knock off your dreads
They want me dead and gone
Gone
I wrote my name on the wall in blood, put a scar on the rug
Now tell me how can I right my wrongs?
I'm gon' be here when it's all said and done
I'm riding dirty even though I'm on the run
Toting my gun