Now get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these

You've pushed me one too many times It's not that complicated and you ain't gotta believe They'll put me down in a hole before I let you succeed I've never been complacent, I can't afford to be I know you think you're special but you ain't nothin' I'm

(Hey) I took a couple of my dawgs on a lick Do or die, gotta survive, pay the rent (Survive) I was so broke that I could cry, I was sick (Broke) Born in the wild, so many trials, I ain't quit All the people I robbed, I brought 'em down, I repent (Down)

And all you're ever gonna be is mean Someday I'll be living in a big old city Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me Why you gotta be so mean? (Why you gotta be so mean) You, with your words like knives And swords and weapons that you use against

Gotta find my way back home I've been way too long War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf Past the racism and fake-ism Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs You other rappers mad

And now you're walking through the door Just like 2024 Said I gotta believe Someday you'll see Someday you'll see that there's something more That there's something more Aww there's something more That's why you're so poor Fall into that black whole honey

Roll on slow I got nowhere It was a sad old morning Roll on darling I'll take you with me Wherever I go That I've gotta be Take you walking Will you walk with me?

What's understood ain't gotta be explained Baby you understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel When everything goes wrong, you see some bad But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh lord

Somebody, somebody will give me water I'm a dying man won't you give me water My baby took my love and left me on a desert I feel the taste of salt and I gotta have air to breathe That girl she stole my heart and left me in misery Why don't you give me

We gotta kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy I know how you want it When you're hot and tight The girl can't stand it When you're doing it right when