(XTT produced that one)
(It ain´t pouring, but it´s rainy)
Ayy

Wake up on the road, gotta let the windows down, yeah, uh

Who I talk to ´bout my pain and my problems?
I ain´t the same but I´m trying
They wanna see me in a tux with my eyes closed
Don´t need a bitch and I ain´t got hoes
My main ones still the same one, gon´ ride for me, uh
That ain´t my nigga, he won´t die for me
Load up the cutter, and I bet they ain´t the same when the MAC sing
Fuck it nigga, I´ma stay the same from the backstreets
That´ll hop out, high school dropout, yeah
I´m really living what I rap ´bout

Remember they told me my voice sounded funny, yeah
Now when I talk, I make money
Say my main bitch ain´t my main bitch, had to lane switch, ain´t tripping on that, yeah

I bet she sick, matter fact, yeah
Still ain´t leave them caution signs, go hard for mine
Swing, box, do it all for mine, that´s heart to mine
I just put my heart where my mind is so I think what I feel
And I never trip, a bitch gon´ be a bitch from the cards she was dealt
Mama should´ve raised you better
My heart cold, can´t take this weather
I´m an ???, I think smart so I hate gorilla
Nigga can´t play gangster with me because I ain´t gon´ feel him, yeah
Say if he don´t leave, then the hate gon´ kill him

Wake up on the road, gotta let the windows down, yeah, uh

Who I talk to ´bout my pain and my problems?
I ain´t the same but I´m trying
They wanna see me in a tux with my eyes closed
Don´t need a bitch and I ain´t got hoes
My main ones still the same one, gon´ ride for me, uh
That ain´t my nigga, he won´t die for me
Load up the cutter, and I bet they ain´t the same when the MAC sing
Fuck it nigga, I´ma stay the same from the backstreets
That´ll hop out, high school dropout, yeah
I´m really living what I rap ´bout

In ninth grade, I remember I ain´t have a plan
Tried to tell the teacher I´ma be the man
But she laughed at it, knowin´ damn well I got a bad habit of poppin´ my shit, uh

Showed up the next year, thirty thou´ on my wrist
One hunnid thou´ for the whip, my mama straight, yeah
They probably laugh ´cause we was on section eight
Up in high school, couple homies died, crackers laughed in my face
I bet they mad that we great
They tell me speak on my pain less
Told ´em watch how I gain less
You was hatin´ on me when I wanted to you gain best
God ain´t put me through the same test
They gon´ remember what my name is

Wake up on the road, gotta let the windows down, yeah, uh
Who I talk to ´bout my pain and my problems?

I ain´t the same but I´m trying
They wanna see me in a tux with my eyes closed
Don´t need a bitch and I ain´t got hoes
My main ones still the same one, gon´ ride for me, uh
That ain´t my nigga, he won´t die for me
Load up the cutter, and I bet they ain´t the same when the MAC sing
Fuck it nigga, I´ma stay the same from the backstreets
That´ll hop out, high school dropout, yeah
I´m really living what I rap ´bout