All I ever did was trust my faith
Then I lost it all just to gain it back
Lost my love, my hope painted it black
That was my biggest sin and I still get flashbacks
'Cause I was not myself, unable to fix it all
Gave away a part of me, made myself so small
Realized that's not what I want
Making you uncomfortable is not what haunts me anymore
Watch me not dim my shine
So bright all the insecurity's burnin' down
I know it's hard sometimes
Keep goin', not givin' your demons a safe space or a home anymore
Yeah (gang, gang)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
North side in this bitch
It's fuckin' North
You know I had to pump my shit too? (Had to pump my shit)
You know I had to pump my shit too? (Woah)
'Course we got Tennessee in this bitch too (Of course)
(Let's go, let's go)
I got an AP, my brother, got him a Patek
And I copped diffеrent Rolies for all of my friends
Spеndin' my money as fast as I'm gettin' it back
Hide your kids, hide your wife, we come to collect
Reppin' the set, live and direct
The demons are out, we put 'em on wax
I see what y'all been doin', man, we follow the tracks
My momma a bear, her son out the trap
The game in my palm, ain't breakin' a sweat
Hide the scars with tats I got on my flesh
Take y'all out, stop runnin' your mouth (stop runnin')
Ask around, the streets will vouch
My name ring bells, my bros bring hell (hell)
Thirty deep like Adele
I lost a homie to the streets
Still ain't never called police
Man, we handle it ourselves
I lost a homie to the drugs
Still ain't snitched on no one
Still called nobody for help
Ain't got a dad, I got my mama
The ones who do not fuck with us got bad karma
Today you got away, but at least we got your partner
Been so much up in the streets, karma on the way
Bad bitch in my hotel, I nutted in her face
Put a bitch out, go separate ways
I'm from the projects, I come out the lane
Don't fuck with them, nigga, what's hittin' my face?
I don't fuck with the laws, man, I'm tired of this case, bitch
Smokin' on opps, I ain't smokin' on gas
He tried to run, we gon' get on his ass
Oh, silly-ass nigga, you play with that bag
I'm comin' to kill, put your ass in the back
Pop me a Perc, man, I throw me a four
What you gon' do when that money get low?
You know how I'm comin', I'm kickin' the door
This ice on a nigga, I'm colder than snow
They need money, who you think they call on, me?
Niggas fake, but I was blinded, couldn't see
Rollin' loud, was in New York, my momma see me on TV
They be speakin' on a kid, but bitch, I made it off the streets
I lost a homie to the streets
Still ain't never called police
Man, we handle it ourselves
I lost a homie to the drugs
Still ain't snitched on no one
Still called nobody for help
Ain't got a dad, I got my mama
The ones who do not fuck with us got bad karma
Today you got away, but at least we got your partner