My Point

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, Hoops) (Why you goin' up, Reon?) Feed the streets, that's what I'm tryna do, uh I know my point, but what you tryna prove? [Chorus] Look, feed the streets, that's what I'm tryna do, ayy I know my point, but what you tryna prove? Tryna go to war with me, just know you down to lose 'Cause if my dog gon' ride, just know I'm gon' be down for it too Don't try me, boy, I'm ridin' with it, know we stay outside with it 40 or the 9, nigga, blow your fuckin' mind, nigga Don't care who done it, I did it Don't care who real, I'm realer My soldiers stand in line with it Some soldiers doin' time for it [Verse 1] They tryna ruin my image, I wonder why? I'm not a bad guy, I'm just a good person Hah, I know you see me tryin', I know you see me workin' Don't judge me by my cover, because nobody's perfect I'm young and I'm still learnin' Everything I got, I earned it How did they count me out? They know that I deserve it My style to lay these verses But they don't hear me, though Nah, they don't feel me, though A lil', not really, though I bet I'll be a star if they come kill me, though But that's not happenin', so please don't think you know I know you wishin', though, don't owe nobody nothin' Just know my palm be itchin', I feel a Rollie comin' You stay there, you know we comin' Clap, clap, pow-pow Shots fired, man down Sirens comin', ran out Was a little boy at first, turned into a man now Realized I got two feet and I said fuck a handout I was in the jam eatin' peanut butter jam outs What you know about goin' in the washroom for a bangout? I know your heart would be racin', times be tough, you gotta face it I swear to God I gotta make it That risk was sweet, I had to take it [Verse 2] If you got a bridge, please don't break it I mean please don't burn it I'm still learnin' Know you heard me earlier Tryna ride the wave, but you not a surfer Like I'm outer space, this switch up got me trippin' over Flip him over, Timmy Turner Know an opp who flip a burger Literally, he flip a burger Niggas ain't on shit, they Gerber I just spent fifteen on Burberry Even though it's summertime, gotta get that summer grind Ballin' like I'm number nine Still keep them heaters, stay on my feet-a Don't ask for features, don't do a remix Lil' bro happy that I'm home, he told me that he need me I told him that we need it, did this 'cause the streets need it, gang [Chorus] Look, feed the streets, that's what I'm tryna do, ayy I know my point, but what you tryna prove? Tryna go to war with me, just know you down to lose 'Cause if my dog gon' ride, just know I'm gon' be down for it too Don't try me, boy, I'm ridin' with it, know we stay outside with it 40 or the 9, nigga, blow your fuckin' mind, nigga Don't care who done it, I did it Don't care who real, I'm realer My soldiers stand in line with it Some soldiers doin' time for it