I Can’t

Lyrics

[Intro] Like, I been hearing niggas speaking on my name, like All that he say, she say shit, like, I don't know what the fuck goin' on [Chorus] I heard them niggas want them problems, I'm not really worried They want me to join my partners in a cemetery (At all) Hearing gossip, niggas plotting on my obituary (What the fuck?) They don't know we got them choppers like the military I can't let a nigga take my soul (Soul) I can't let a nigga take my role You gon' have to rearrange my face, I hustled hard for this I see niggas coming for my safe, it ain't no robbing this I'm from the jungle, bitch, whеre it get real cold (Cold) That's on my mama, bitch, wе live by the code I know that I wasn't supposed to make it, I thank God for this Shout out to my niggas that's in prison behind bars for this [Verse 1] This afternoon, we gon' make the news break Pull up, let that tool quake, bust him and his schoolmates Bitch, we went to school late, die behind that blue face Strapped up with two Dracs, shoot it out like 2K I been up for two days, ain't changed clothes since Tuesday Wait a minute, let me put this shit into perspective No exaggeration, been a felon since eleven Ain't never fucked with 12, at thirteen, I was steppin' At fourteen, that's when I seen my mama get addicted I had dropped out of school, she kinda needed assistance At fifteen, I came home from juvenile detention My uncle gave me a gun, I put that bitch in my britches [Chorus] I heard them niggas want them problems, I'm not really worried They want me to join my partners in a cemetery (At all) Hearing gossip, niggas plotting on my obituary (What the fuck?) They don't know we got them choppers like the military I can't let a nigga take my soul (Soul) I can't let a nigga take my role You gon' have to rearrange my face, I hustled hard for this I see niggas coming for my safe, it ain't no robbing this I'm from the jungle, bitch, where it get real cold (Cold) That's on my mama, bitch, we live by the code I know that I wasn't supposed to make it, I thank God for this Shout out to my niggas that's in prison behind bars for this [Verse 2] My nigga went to trial, I told him keep his head up Didn't want me to see him crying, he just threw an L up Ain't no doors on the Jeep, we hop out like a mail truck And we really in the streets, ain't nothing you can sell us Hit my cell, pull up at the Shell and get your sales up Bitch, I'm fly Crippin' for Nipsey, I got them Crip niggas with me Hoover and Rollin' 60, bitch, you better not go against me Look, niggas steady watching me 'cause they bitch on top of me But you know how I'm rocking, baby, chopper in my boxer briefs Bitch, I'm from the bottom where we had to find a spot to sleep Every night I pray to God I get to make it out the streets Every night I pray to God I get to make it out the streets [Chorus] I heard them niggas want them problems, I'm not really worried They want me to join my partners in a cemetery (At all) Hearing gossip, niggas plotting on my obituary (What the fuck?) They don't know we got them choppers like the military I can't let a nigga take my soul (Soul) I can't let a nigga take my role You gon' have to rearrange my face, I hustled hard for this I see niggas coming for my safe, it ain't no robbing this