Yeah, that´s what we´re gonna do
We gon´ talk about the street shit
Ayy, look

I don´t care ´bout haters, I´m only concerned what hustlers think

But I think it´s time I finally address this publicly
It´s rubbin´ me the wrong way when these rappers speak comfortably
´Bout street life, it seem like they only givin´ y´all luxuries
I sat on work when I was positive it would sell
You know this game come with way more consequences than jail
Bittersweet when you went in it deep, gassed up a rented V
Travelin´ with a key while I´m passin´ through Tennessee
Told baby girl I´d be back, she said be careful
I told baby girl I´d be strapped, that made her worry more
Street niggas live by dirty laws, I got my stripes, how you earnin´ yours?

Can´t let these niggas think I´m turnin´ soft
It´s gonna be hard to convince kids
But honestly, losses taught me more than my wins did
It´s complicated, I can´t see it, work hard to just break even
We traded that for them great beaches in St. Regis
Trust me, there´s two sides, one glamorous, other scandalous
These symptoms of abandonment, we suffer damages
I was you, not comprehendin´ or understandin´ it
Losses turn into pain, then they become advantages, ah

You know that´s real shit
Sometimes you gotta lose something to gain something

There´s two sides to this shit
For every nigga, for every nigga you see out here winnin´
It´s a hundred niggas still in the trenches, man
Don´t forget about that
This shit chess, man, we makin´ boss moves
You can´t be making cheap mistakes, feel me?
Remember that shit
Be careful nigga, that´s comin´ from a nigga who did everything
And this the Burden of Proof, uh