Eight
´Bout the wait
Bein´ in the hood with no escape
Learned from my mistakes
Sentence on cases

Back when I was five years old, I knew that I was gon´ be great
I found my gift for music back around the age of eight
I knew I´d be successful, it was more about the wait
So unacceptable as being in the hood with no escape
My mama taught me right but I just learned from my mistakes
Started washing up the day I caught a sentence on the case
Hunger pains shaped me to the way I am today
I gotta live with it, feelings that won´t ever go away
Not every day I pray, but that ain´t nothing cute to say

The money good, but how I know my buzz is finna stay?
Put my all into this music, I ain´t make it here to play
Came a long way from booking niggas, me and Trigga Trey
Okay, I´m just tryna shed a little bit of light
And motivate them kids who haven´t found they way in life
Remember I ain´t have nowhere to lay my head at night
Trappin´ on the block, I was sellin´ weed and dirty Sprite
Don´t wait until you hurtin´ ´fore you choose to pray to Christ
Shooter on my package, you ever see me on them bikes
Still be in my hood, I´m comin´ up, I´m playin´ dice

I earned my stripes so I walk around my city like shit nice
On God, I wish I could make sure everybody eat
Red bottoms drippin´ off of everybody feet
Hard feelings, I be thinking everybody keep
And I´m workin´ hard, I be up while everybody sleep
Asthma acting up, fuck it, I don´t really care
Still spittin´ bars while I´m wheezing for some air
Pocket hold a deuce, and yeah, it´s small, I´m well aware
When it flare, hit your melon, bet your salsa hit the air
VVS´s diamonds on me, reason why they stare
Youngest out the city, reason I don´t really care
AN on my body, best believe I´m well aware
Quarter milli´ on the ´Gram, lil´ boy, you´re nowhere near

Flexed up, just was next up, now I´m up now
Down to Earth, true to all my fans, I could touch ground
Run up on me thinkin´ I don´t got it, you get pumped down
Bustdown, glizzy in my pocket, stupid nigga
No security, 18, I don´t think they hearing me
Apparently niggas ain´t real, shit be scaring me
I´m glizzied up, got that glizzy tucked, why they fearing me?
Rap nigga try to throw shade, why he daring me?
18, got a clean record thanks to YO
Your bitch, she swallow
You feel a way, then catch a hollow
And hits really nothin´, we don´t really care for five-o
I been doin´ this shit, as a kid I was nine-o
But they don´t really know that, somethin´ like a throwback

Tryna clean the image up so I don´t wanna show that
Headed to the top, I ain´t never tryna go back
Signs you see me throwin´ up, they nothin´ like a zodiac
Fuck the other side, see my nuts, they can hold that
Showin´ off them pistols, I ain´t never seen you blow that
Smelly hella proud and the opps already know that
If y´all want me gone, why don´t you come and pull up where a show at?
No cap

No cap (Niggas already know I was gon´ make it)
Man, she know I was gon´ make it
You know I was gon´ make it, yeah
I can talk my, my stuff now

´Cause we out here
No, yeah, you act tough inside the school
And out here, look at you today, yeah, quiet

Remember sellin´ white up on the block
Tryna make some knots
D´s try to run up in the spot
Me and Smelly sittin´ in the trap
Smokin´ on the pack
Wrong crib, all you smell is crack
And I done put my trenches onto rap
I wish I could go back
To August 14th to be exact
That´s when my nigga Smelly would be here
Trauma so severe
I had to watch him crying out for air
Bet he´s in the air, make me cough
Spinnin´ through the fourth

Catch an opp, I´m finna take him off
And I call the shots, I´m a boss
Skinny version Ross
Dummy in the air, take a loss

Y´all niggas gon´ get me caught up, man
Got me talkin´ hot and shit, man
Niggas know my body though
SB the fuck up, gang