I beat the odds, even though I´m still doin´ wrong

Marble floors and chandeliers, that´s the only way we livin´

Sellin´ dope inside the field, the way that bro´them pay they bills
Over the stove cookin´ a zip, I´m tryna bring it back a lil´
Heart in the ghetto, shit get real, I know exactly how you feel´
Pateks, Audemars and Rollies, perfect timin´, while I call up whoadie
Trap house without no door key, ballin´ hard not talkin´ Kobe
Cadillac, I keep that .40, I know they gon´ try to run down on me
Sippin´ Act´, I´m on that codeine, double cuppin´ with some Robbatussin
This for the ones, don´t really know me, God damn right, my heart so “oh-so-colden”
So much of weight on top my shoulders, also I´ve been goin´ through the motions

It´s like my heart been getting´ colder, extra colder, deeper than the ocean
I gotta play a beat by Cxbe, just like Quofee, I´ve been goin´ loco

I´ma stay on Trey-Nine, with a .44
Run him down, slangin´ iron out´ a stolo
I can never jeapordize my kinfolk
Ran it up, from a dime, got a bankroll
Youngin´ out, let it fly on the payroll
Ima do a drive-by with a draco
Got some pretty brown eyes like Dej Loaf
Gotta go with that iron, she in Clayco
Take it back where it started
Pray for the money, we stayed in the projects
I lost a homie, that shit made me heartless
Diamonds all on me, steady off Arthur
Way before the money, been drippin´ off Target

30-Clip on me, you know, he a target
Sippin´ on codeine, my mind I done lost it
I let her go, ‘cause she really be boppin´
Rather be my lonely, ain´t with all that arguing
I pour a four in the back of the Benz
I´ma post by the store with that Mac in my pants
Can you do something for me? She say: “It depends”
I don´t want no more bubbly, your wastin´ my pans
Really came up from nothing, I gave you a chance
I drink juice off a cup, while countin´ these bands
He been youngin´ and thuggin´, my nigga, lil man
See I´m feedin´ my boy, we been locked in the can
Whole hundred shots when it´s war, out a van
I made a trust to get up and get racks
Cut your time up in the court boy you know you a rat

Boy, you can´t afford when I jump out the Jag´
Young JOG, yeah, we really got heads
If they play with Lil D, then I´m droppin´ a bag
You get laid in the streets, then we spinnin´ it back
Whole 50-piece, I done spit the whole Mac

Marble floors and chandeliers, that´s the only way we livin´
Sellin´ dope inside the field, the way that bro´them pay they bills
Over the stove cookin´ a zip, I´m tryna bring it back a lil´
Heart in the ghetto, shit get real, I know exactly how you feel´
Pateks, Audemars and Rollies, perfect timin´, while I call up whoadie
Trap house without no door key, ballin´ hard not talkin´ Kobe

Cadillac, I keep that .40, I know they gon´ try to run down on me
Sippin´ Act´, I´m on that codeine, double cuppin´ with some Robbatussin
This for the ones, don´t really know me, God damn right, my heart so “oh-so-colden”
So much of weight on top my shoulders, also I´ve been goin´ through the motions
It´s like my heart been getting´ colder, extra colder, deeper than the ocean
I gotta play a beat by Cxbe, just like Quofee, I´ve been goin´ loco