I´ve been in my zone
I´ve been on the road
I finally understand I´m the one that God chose
Got a smile on my face for all them days I was low

I went up, they ain´t wanna see me grow
Sister, why you crying? We so damn close
It was me Lil Spade growin´ up, sharin´ clothes
I wanna win this case but it´s lookin´ like a no
So if lock me up, please put money on the phone
I been on the road so my whip a lil´ dirty
I´m out on bail so I´m wakin´ up early
I´m lurkin´ in these streets, he a demon, it´s concerning
But instead of hatin´ all you niggas should be learning
I tried to act cool, but I got shit on, that really hurts me
A couple niggas switched, but my plan still workin´
My lil´ homie thirteen and he already servin´
I´m tryna stay focused but my vision be gettin´ blurry

Told the opps, "We outside"
All my niggas gon´ step when it´s time
Stuck in the trench, still ridin´ with a nine
He got got, he the talk of the night
Told the opps, "We outside"
All my niggas gon´ step when it´s time
Stuck in the trench, still ridin´ with a nine
He got got, he the talk of the night

Fresh out of jail and I´m slidin´ with that strap again
Shit is bad, then it´s good, then it´s bad again
I can´t change, I´m just a perk of my environment
You gon´ die ´round here with that designer fit
I couldn´t wait to get a foreign, it just hit the block

I stayed down for a minute just to hit the top
Open doors for my people, yeah, I´ll break the lock
Used to be livin´ everyday, like fuck a knot

Told the opps, "We outside"
All my niggas gon´ step when it´s time
Stuck in the trench, still ridin´ with a nine
He got got, he the talk of the night
(Told the opps, "We outside"
All my niggas gon´ step when it´s time
Stuck in the trench, still ridin´ with a nine
He got got, he the talk of the night)

Fresh out, tell the opps we outside
My lil´ drummer got a chop, now it´s slide

No nine-to-five, but I got some 9-5´s
We stand on business, put in work, we all die
Which one you from? Is it the projects or the block?
Get easy money, it ain´t hard to get you shot
This for my nigga that was standin´ in the lot
Let Fucca out, they need to free my lil´ La
This one for my niggas writin´ kites, snortin´ lines, doing sentences
And the ones that don´t get high, who got a knife on the premises
We try relyin´ on the word and never made it past genesis
Start relyin´ on the turf and squabble up with they nemesis
All my niggas makin´ wine and they think that they chemistsis
All these pussy niggas lyin´, actin´ like they got businesses

Your bitch wanna suck me down, now they get in their feelingsis
This for my dogs who sit it out, but they ain´t never been witnesses, ayy (Ayy)

??? up in the bus
I´m screamin´, "Fuck the world"
Prison plenty bitches, gave it up, so I can´t trust the girl
Spinnin´ over bowls, just like a spoon inside of Malt-O-Meal
I been up the road so fuckin´ much, feel like a trucker feel

Told the opps, "We outside"
On my knees, gone stay when it´s time

Stuck in the trench, still ridin´ with a nine
He got got, he the talk of the night
(Told the opps, "We outside"
On my knees, gone stay when it´s time
Stuck in the trench, still ridin´ with a nine
He got got, he the talk of the night)