Lyrics:

She don`t care about my attitude `cause my racks large
I`m just tryna put another foreign in my backyard
Man, I know that nigga pussy, he just act hardTrust me, you don`t wanna see them boys in all black charge
Hop out the whip and turn the shooter to a track star
I`m from where they hustle, kill niggas, and they crack cards
Keep a pistol on me, it`s too soon to spit my last bars
I know some niggas who left early, but they had heart

White folks starin` like I don`t belong
What about them nights I had to suffer?
Like they tryna make me feel insecure about my color
Ever since I made a play, been tryna educate my brothers
Heaven ain`t the only way we can escape up out the gutter
And I been through so much that it be hard to say I love her
Poppin` all that ecstasy, I`m still tryna recover
War ready, I got lethal weapons like I`m Danny Glover
Designer match my racks, yeah, I`m one stuntin` motherfucker
I`m getting money but still hurting, that`s why I`m bipolar
I never gave up on my team, put `em on my shoulders
Got PTSD from that battlefield, I`m a soldier
In Section 8, we was going through it, and them nights got colder, uh

She don`t care about my attitude `cause my racks large
I`m just tryna put another foreign in my backyard
Man, I know that nigga pussy, he just act hard
Trust me, you don`t wanna see them boys in all black charge
Hop out the whip and turn the shooter to a track star
I`m from where they hustle, kill niggas, and they crack cards
Keep a pistol on me, it`s too soon to spit my last bars
I know some niggas who left early, but they had heart

Call up the plug just to help me with my challenges
Keep tryna fight off all this depression that I`m battling
Stressin` while I`m dreamin`, I keep getting sleep paralysis
G.O.A.T.-ed like I`m Pac, go from a gangster to an activist
All this medication, shit might have me on dialysis
Keep my hand firm on this grip, this how we handle shit
Got me sipping D`USSÉ, it hurt to see them candles lit
Screaming, 'Fuck the system,' swear I`m missin` all my savages
I was brought up on that block, but I hopped off the porch late
You would think it`s basketball season, all these court dates
V12 engine, push-to-start, make the floors shake
Hit bad bitches in my top ten like a sports play

She don`t care about my attitude `cause my racks large
I`m just tryna put another foreign in my backyard
Man, I know that nigga pussy, he just act hard
Trust me, you don`t wanna see them boys in all black charge
Hop out the whip and turn the shooter to a track star
I`m from where they hustle, kill niggas, and they crack cards
Keep a pistol on me, it`s too soon to spit my last bars
I know some niggas who left early, but they had heart (Uh)