Lyrics

[Verse 1] I step [?] There was only few that knew where to find me Look into your soul, deep into your mind and shit He must be out there and getting a grip Tryna get it on cause I'm broke The only thing I knew was to slang a little coke Back to the hood where I am from I'm so damn [?] niggas is looking at me dumb 'Cause they can tell I ain't been in society Is 10 long years enough for an OG? Stuck in that small as cell Where the cannabis passing with no ma'fucking bill, and that's real [Hook] [Verse 2] Its been 6 months and I'm still on the outs I heard that all the ballers done moved down south They say that's where the money at And tell a player like myself may not get to have my scratch First we smoking on the bus, the [?] Houston, Texas at the spot it's going down I got to have my [?], I turn't a hundred dollars to a [?] I knew how to bounce, I had to pack this weight back, when When I used to sell keys before they gave me 10 And know my scratch is off the hook I knew I had it in me and it's all that took [Hook] [Verse 3] My whole [?] is under surveillance But now they're following me 'cause I'm that nigga who made it Organized it, put it together and shit Made it happen, distribute it through my click Now my whole operation is shut down I'm on the hush, on the tuck not making a sound They tryna take me off the streets They tryna say I'm a threat to society But you'll never get [?] nigga to snitch about my click It ain't nothing 'bout silent ish What they ain't knowing is I got my scratch So fuck the government and it ain't no more sound So don't even trip off me 'cause I slide out the game, still true to the streets Uh, that's right, true to the ma'fucking streets [Hook]