Young as hell, driving weight, made my own plate
Everything that I got came through the state
I can't relate to these niggas cause they so fake
When I was down in the dirt you ain't look my way
How you hang with that man when u know he told
Put that grind in the jail, now you know you wrong
Ain't no rest stops bitch u going home
These niggas got me in my bag got me in my zone
Bad bitch on my side she get everything
Good weed, good head, but her everything
I don't care if we done bad I ain't switching teams
Don't copare to me Im "a-rob" u "drew breeze"
As a kid I seen my mama cry a few times
That ain't sum you can visualize
Bowed down on my knees has me traumatized
