I seen them brighter days I was serving out them drugs like im rite aid

I don't love me the hood but im street made

And Ill never ask for help cuz i'm self paid

In this world you got ya self I don't call them

They be dripping like they phelp they do it often

They say they ready for war but who ah spartan

You niggas talk to much you not bosses

Im all of the above all cant label me

Im 18 but i'm moving like im 83

Even when I win I don't grin I got hate in me

Working every day tryna catch up to the better me

You lost once try again you gon lose better

Long strokes when I fuck nut on my new sweater

I lost friends cuz they always wonder who better

Im not competing come at me you gone lose nigga

You not chasing ah dream you need tuh dream bigger

I play the block but don't ever call me street nigga

Yeah you cant label me if I post R I P then I died to me

If say I got shot who gone slide for me

You don't need to slide for me cuz ima only slide for me

Its a shout out for the niggas that's gonna ride for me

Fuck the the teachers on my dick they was doubting me

That's why I was in the hallways tryna sell my weed

A'int gon lie bro 50 cent made me scared to keep my eyes closed

When the shots come flying from the tahoe

It be ya brother yelling take the nigga top off

I know sum niggas they gonna try to take my top off

They gonna try tuh kill me for ah nigga pop off

But i'm telling all yall niggas yall wont last long

Yall must not heard the lyrics tuh my last song

Put my shooters on yo ass now they bound tuh wet it

Had ah dream about ah bag now I gotta get it

You not talking bout no cash you not talking buisness

They just sitting on they ass cant be talking with em

Ima tell my bro safe keep ah savage with em

Shoot his ass in his back cant keep baggage with em

If he move like dead weight then you gotta kill em

Here take all these bands if you gotta drill em

Oh you say we got beef lets go talk it out

He parked up the V now he walking out

I hoped out my V I came running out

I backed out the V now he running now

I just copped ah new mag I aint running out

When its time to meet ya maker now we brothers now

You was talking so tough what you talking now

You was bout to graduate you not walking out

Im all of the above yall cant label me

I'm 18 but im moving like im 83

Even when I win I dont grin I got hate in me

Working every day tryna catch up to the better me

You lost once try again you gon lose better

Long strokes when I fuck nut on my new sweater

I lost friends cuz they always wonder who better

Im not competeting come at me you gon lose nigga

You not chasing ah dream you need to dream bigger