Blueprint

Lyrics

[Intro] 600 TSABB, bitch Yeah (Mega) Mm, drop Yeah, yeah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, IDuudIt [Verse] Six in the morning, the temperature droppin' It's dew on the ground, the wind blowin' cold I'm in the backseat bundled in blankets 'cause I ain't got heat and the whip won't turn on I'm missin' my mama, done fell out with pops, but it's cool, I'm thuggin', I needed to grow I'm dirty as fuck, I ain't got no money, I'm hungry and I ain't got nowhere to go My bitch fuckin' somebody else, my cousin moved in with his girl, so I'm really assed out Could have moved back into parents, but I was embarrassed, they would have thought I had fell off Ask Bo Bo, could I come and kick it with him? Could have probably went to his shit, slept on the couch But he told me, "No, you can go and ask Joe," that's one of them niggas that really could vouch And that's what they want But it's fine, I know he had family, so I couldn't really get mad All I got is some noodles and this box Chevy, fightin' these charges, I'm down on my ass I can't get a job, the dope game slow, my hair lookin' rough, just one of them days Park at the back of 7-Eleven 'cause they got a restroom and a quick microwave Prayin' my granny would call and tell me come over, unfortunately, phone never rang She had no idea her grandson was out here strugglin', fumblin' around everything It's either go back to the trap or stick to the rap, T-Wayne would front me a pack Lost my custos and tired 'cause I had moved back, so really I'm fallin' off track Nobody'll hit me and ask if I'm good, but it's fine, I needed that time to flourish I'm on YouTube, writing to beats I can't buy, but them was the time that I cherish 'Cause it made me hungry, thirsty for money Back in the store, fillin' my pockets Go to the counter, a red Arizona, I bought it, I found a loose dollar in my wallet DeeDee had gave me some grace, I'm cool with her mama, I'm usin' they washer and dryer Only could sleep for one night, then I snuck in the back, she let me use up the shower Can't even fuck 'cause I'm tired than a bitch, just wanted some sleep and somethin' to eat I'm prayin' and hopin' this rap shit pop 'cause, boy, if it don't, it's back to the street And I'm tired of this lifestyle, kicked out, was cool, but what if I motherfuckin' slip? What if I run up into the wrong house and they get to blowin' away in this bitch? But what if they miss and I'm uppin' my stick? And catch me a hat, nigga, where I'ma go? Then X had called me like, "I got a song that I want you on, nigga, come to the yo"