Producer : TroyOnDaBeatz
Chorus:
We Came From F*cked Up Conditions
We had some bugs in our dishes
Trying not to lose ambition
But i keep seeing evictions
Mane i want that new Patec
And i want commas no sentences
Like they deaf they won't listen
Like they blind too my vision
Feeling like Atomic
Cuz she say I'm the bomb yeah
Ima young king
Sometimes i feel like LeBron yeah
Run up some funds
No i don't do this fun yeah
No matter where i go
I never forget where I'm from yeah
Verse 1 :
Mind On A Millie
Ima steaming beaming
Like Willie
Diamonds on cool
But that don't mean that I'm chilling
I been drinking mud &
It's been f*cking my kidneys
I get high like I'm Bobby
My bitch she higher than Whitney
Now we getting money
Mane It still seem like we dreaming
I'm from a city
U either dealing or scheming
Young niggas with choppers
They shooting shit for no reason
I come from the bottom
You get shot mane it's easy
Wear that pain on my shoulder
These niggas snake like a cobra
Tryna pop like a soda
I need my green like a ogor
My heart cold as polar
Like I'm in Minnesota
Niggas fold like a folder
F*ck that bitch
Just for closure
Verse 2 :
Po On My Ass
But I'm still toating then Guns yeah
On my road to riches
Do this shit for my sons yeah
I do what i want
They used to call me a bomb yeah
Came from the slums yeah
We already won Yeah