I used to be with stealers and killers and murderers and burglars
And even though I´m rich, I still keep ´em near me I gotta change my surroundings and everybody who around me It seem like shit don´t go right when they with me I used to be with stealers and killers and murderers and burglars But now I´m gettin´ further, I don´t want no dealings
Used to be fucked up ´bout my niggas and my bitches But they took me up through there a few times, now I ain´t got no feelin´ My aunty told me "Slow down, you in an еlite division" My uncle told me "Gеt from ´round, them niggas don´t like you in it"
Had to get put in this position to see it myself I forgot about me, I was taking care of everybody else I was in the cell and I was hollerin´ at my nigga Ced On the vent, he said he heard them niggas want me dead I called home, they said his friends got hit in the head I hope you never change, we Sniper Gang until the end My brother, my cousin, my niggas down there in the feds Even though he ain´t ride for me, every chance I get I´ma send you bread You ain´t gotta remind me how to be real, I already know how I play Look at us now, my nigga, remember when we was smoking red
Miss Cammy, miss Red, lil´ DT, that´s my brother too I know what I said hurt you, but you had hurt me too I´m drankin´ purple juice in the studio and spinnin´ ´round Rocking that G-Shock in the cell block, you killing time I´m from the ´No, they already know how I be getting down I switched my flow on them lil´ niggas who tried to steal my sound I´m taking losses back to back, I heard them say I lost Numbers back up, fuck everybody who countin´ out I´m going up top, this shit, got hot, I had to switch the route I´m the one who made the way, niggas tried to play like they forgot
I was out the door when I was a youngin, I ain´t have no money By the time the fame came, none of these things ain´t mean nothing I´m on the ugly how I used to But it´s just now all my thuggin´ be on YouTube This shit ain´t changed me, nigga, it changed y´all I been on the same block for three days with the same drawers So what´s up nigga, what it is? Redid the guts on the Chevy Chevelle I was lookin´ up to Cool as a shorty I wanted to walk like that nigga, all ears when he talkin´ The whole project used to scream "Free Pac" Did thirteen, his face clean, everybody loved him, he solid
Ever since Malcolm Elementary, everybody knew I´d be in penitentiary And the way everybody switchin´, I know God got somethin´ for me so I ain´t fuckin´ trippin´