Looking at the mirror like it must be me
‘Cuz everybody seeing something that I don’t see
I was drinking lean like my name was PMC
I gotta thank God that I never OD’d
I should’ve kept it clean and probably just did weed
I thought it was a downer but it must be speed
Remember my home boy
who had the G Jerry key Dropped out in elementary
and he still can’t read
I signed an artist, if they get locked they blame me
They want me to get the part, resort to Plan B
I thank the lord Vicky G done take the Plan B
She tried really hard but she couldn’t tame me
I had a good family with real good genes
Before making the team we tried for brand new genes
I don’t fuck with what’s her name and yeah
they still green I’d rather be her nowadays in that scene
Ten figure niggas still might catch me in the ghetto
My house so big I can hear myself echo
It must be me why my bitch stay preggo’
‘Cuz I love the way she put this shit together like legos
I was selling dope same time Marvin made stilettos
And niggas still can’t get on my motherfucking level
You just about to turn 17
They say you’re with the devil
The next chain Imma’ get is a iced out shevel
Heather Mickford(?) hated these
I wish you was 80 keys
Yeah my band we rocking good tails(?)
And we rolling ADD
No one shadier than me
No one get shiestier
Heard that old saying
Apples, they don’t fall far from the tree
Yeah my left wrist is on freeze
Is it cold or is it me?
But you ain’t no little Gucci Mane
Yo’ ass a wannabe
Heard them niggas play with you niggas
Don’t you ever play with me
In the streets no one is safe no more
No one, not even me
If you never took one for the team,
you can’t get MVP Guessin’ by the court date,
they got me losin’ sleep
I seen niggas postin’ niggas that they never ever met
But never post me and they know me from up the street
I was selling dope same time Marvin made stilettos
And niggas still can’t get on my motherfucking level
You just about to turn 17
They say you’re with the devil
The next chain Imma’ get is a iced out shevel