Everything is as it should be Fuck what it could or would or should be Fuck what it would or should or could be, yeah Everything is as it should be
Fuck what it could or should or would be I´ve been asking God, "Why me?"
Yo, ayy, see me out, don´t shake my hand or you was there for me Keep my phone on DND, hoes get left on read Seen so many late nights, nowadays I can´t sleep Every time we gang slide, somebody R.I.P. Dope man had my daddy hooked, shooter like Kareem No, I ain´t no open book, baby, I´m a G Keep it on me, keep a look, keep it in the street Used to be my partner then ´fore he went PC Call me what you want, just don´t call the police ´Cause fuck the industry, they fail to meet my needs What´s up with all these fake thugs lyin´ on these beats?
Just tryna get my paystubs, please don´t intervene Shoot you, leave you dead or in the jail, I´m somewhere in between I´m independent, but I´m signed to UMG I´m in the trenches, but I grew up walkin´ distance from the beach Yeah, livin´ out that California dream (Uh, play it back)
´Cause I been practicin´ that everything is as it should be Fuck what it would´ve, should´ve, or it could be (Ayy) But sometimes, I be asking God, "Why me?" We´ll never get an answer ´cause I know it already
I´m covered in the blood, cuz, am I a demigod or what? Me and D was in the doghouse on top of the VIP So it´s no coincidence my insignia in TDE They turned the idea into the media, that´s genius Herbert Stevens IV, that´s intravenous Still thuggin´, drop a sample in the club with No I.D. That one was members only If you ain´t know me when me and Blocka was rollin´ up the Blanka Or ate a dandelion, French coast and Polish sausage You´ll probably do better overseas Instead of livin´ out that California dream, woah
I seen it all on Turmont in 2003 Age thirteen, used to think murder was make-believe Role models Crippin´ like DoeBurger and Killa Dee Play football or you bangin´, you signed to the streets Nike swingman jersey, I´m out bright and early Chirp on my hip, I´m waitin´ for the birdies Blocks go east-west, it´s runnin´ like a derby Ain´t worried ´bout cops, you know them niggas nerdy Louisiana fried chicken just got here The smokers out early tellin´ Johnnys who block where Killers turned snitch kinda ruined the culture Seen a lot get divided, she was pushin´ a stroller She got by the stop sign, the opps on a bike ride
They hopped off bustin´, hit her cousin like five times Street general, would´ve thought he had nine lives Now it´s car wash, fundraisers, and fish fries, uh I seen it all on Turmont in 2003 Sayin´ good prayers for all the children at Annalee Curtis Middle School, eighth grade, couldn´t handle me Playin´ suicide, get socked if you drop the tennis B Ball harder, a kid watchin´ The Godfather (Uh) Corleone in my bones, you niggas Hightowers (Uh) Steve Harvey, one-oh-six for the videos (Woo) Park niggas in the alley known to get tricky, bro (Woo)
I seen it all on Turmont in 2003 Face and back arm tats, lil niggas like seventeen (Facts) Real big blower, where niggas from, it better be (What?) Del Amo, I had a dream like Dr. King
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