I done spent alot of time thinking where imma be
Shit aint easy when you growing up alone in theses streets
I done got over my struggles
Never claiming defeat
Even when i was a youngin
Had that heater on me
Never knowing that this chubby nigga
Holding a piece
Growing up i kept it calm
Wasnt tryna beef
Getting chicken f*cking bitches smoking dutches of weed
Cross the line i get it poppin if you testing my G
Dont try him cant deny it
If you niggas get to wildin
Shit get violent
I aint even tryna do that
Im getting high and
Got em flying in the clouds
Like a f*cking pilot
Got 2 pistols in the holster
Call me Wyatt
Droppin shit up on they head
Now them haters silent
Bout to burn the f*ckin house
Someone hit the siren
If they saying i aint lit
Then they f*cking lying
I done spent alot of time thinking where imma be
Shit aint easy when you growing up alone in theses streets
I done got over my struggles
Never claiming defeat
Even when i was a youngin
Had that heater on me
Never knowing that this chubby nigga
Holding a piece
Growing up i kept it calm
Wasnt tryna beef
Getting chicken f*cking bitches
Smoking dutches of weed
Cross the line i get it poppin
If you testing my G