Lyrics

Intro:
Ayo what’s poppin/
They got me started, ain’t stoppin/
Before the platform they was watchin/
with love and respect cause they know how we rockin/
Young wit out no cash had me plottin/
Inner thoughts did the proddin/
No tricks we really hit licks/
Before sidekicks I was really out here robbin/

Verse 1:
Seen my cousin shot in the neck, first time I publicly cried/ 
Taught me a valuable lesson and how to move outside/ 
How y’all move? Y’all niggas fried. Couldn’t get it if I tried / 
Seen homie chill on the same strip where his brother died/
…it makes me livid cause mentally I don’t get it/
……you lack and risk it when niggas spin like a fidget/ 
I stay distant & express it through my music, it hit different/ 
And y’all dig it when I put these words together, making digits/ 
Man I came a long way from a confrontational youngin/ 
Chip on my shoulder and temper just had me buggin/ 
Like how I use to beef with real shooters is my case & point/ 
Back when I use to date bitches just to case the joint/ 
Never talked an issue through, disrespect was my favorite route/ 
And first to throw hands I never came to shout/ 
Wisdom & reflection shows me how I could of died trying fade it out/ but through my foolish fuckery I made it out/ 
Real shit

Hook:
Through all beefs and fights (I made it out)
Lowkey thief, robbed at night (I made it out)
Caused grief ya girl was piped (I made it out)
I’m ashamed no doubt but alive to say I made it out

Verse 2:
Goal was never to prove gangsta, I was hungry for rich pay/ 
And not be a leech like you niggas, that’s a bitch play/ 
At my base I was born to ball my selling pitch, cray/ 
I made a plan and stuck to that point, but not the snitch way/ 
Wisdom as a youth I learned a lot from others journey/ 
Seeing life’s lack of mercy at a youngin makes you sturdy/ 
Like how couples be all dirty, in others DMs all flirty/ 
For mass attention they’re thirsty. I’m distant. It don’t concern me/
Or the fakes on your roster that never deserved a jersey?/ 
Screaming gang but in a jam they tell it all in a hurry/ 
Or their jealousy they bury while plannin on how to murk me/ 
Young but mentally thirty kept me on point like Curry/ 
It can really be a lot to take in, that’s word to Kirby/ 
I did it without a worry, and moved proper, don’t scurry/ 
When all paths were blurry, I don’t think you niggas heard me/ 
Only options was attorney or a gurney and I made it out/