Lyrics

[Verse 1] Life cold, but at least we give the world a jacket Where I'm from you either die or either make it happen Not in a million years, I thought that'd I make it rappin' And my bitch look like I got her out a Beauty Pagent J. Cole Apple got me through a lot I was on the sidelines, trying to get a spot Couple niggas went left, guess they ain't see the plot Painting Pictures with these lyrics like I'm Superstar Used to tell my people, I was trying to be a rapper They wanted me to get a job and answer to a master With all due respect, that's not the kind of life I'm after I'm the author of my book, and I'm still writing chapters, yeah Streets so dirty, so a nigga gotta stay clean I go to gyros, what the fuck is a Salems? Biggs told me, never let these niggas play me I play dumb but I'm a long way from crazy How he from Tampa, but he come in like he Jay-Z? No cap, the microphone the only thing that saved me Without rap, I'd probably end up going crazy Shit I be doing, never cease to amaze me Trap got slow, I got a job, I ain't lazy I signed a deal, but sometimes it still feel I ain't made it Wayne still be on my mind, and I can't lie, that shit crazy I'm coming in the game strong, like I'm Big Baby [Chorus:] Oh, I've been on my grind all week If I told them what I'm doing, man, those niggas wouldn't believe I've been dropping tracks and feeling pain, you know I'm bleeding I got PTSD, I've seen my partner not breathe I'm sipping on this codeine, yeah I've been fighting demons You ain't gotta ask me if I got it, 'cause I keep Seen my dawg die and left my heart broke in piece The shit that I've been doing, man, those niggas wouldn't believe [Verse 2:] And if you leave the house broke, then you came out wrong A couple hundreds in they face, and they'll be coming out thongs In the game like a shirt With a hole, got his soul My uncle snorted so much 'Caine Now he can't feel his nose And the 'Caine is on his brain, so it got his feelings gone I was ten in his frame, 'til he let me hold the chrome He was gone off the X, so he ain't put the safety on Plus, I was always touchin' shit, they made my mama take my home, shit For all the playin', we draw down on you, just like a Crayon 'Cause I can never go out like I'm Trayvon Black on black Coupe, call it soda black and Akon Front door service, like a nigga sellin' Avon All up in truth, standing on the stage Hoes lookin' from the line, trying to get saved Cuban Linx chains We just modern day slaves I can be dead broke, and tell you everything okay Feelin' like Woop, make all the haters go away Doo Doo got L's, so we don't ride our throwaways And since they killed Quan, the pain won't go away That's why I been popping percs and pourin' up all day, uh Play the streets like my enemies, I keep 'em close I talked to Wayne the other night, feel like I'm seeing ghosts When I'm like this, I feel like I need to be left alone Don't wanna talk, so I don't answer when they hit my phone [Chorus:] Oh, I've been on my grind all week If I told them what I'm doing, man, those niggas wouldn't believe I've been dropping tracks and feeling pain, you know I'm bleeding I got PTSD, I've seen my partner not breathe I'm sipping on this codeine, yeah I've been fighting demons You ain't gotta ask me if I got it, 'cause I keep Seen my dawg die and left my heart broke in piece The shit that I've been doing, man, those niggas wouldn't believe