Lyrics:

Ran in circles Ran it up
Easter pink double cups
To the face double blunts
Kicking shit double punt
This was the shit I was made for
This is the shit I would pray for
Said I'd deserved it don't say more
Had to go get it couldn't wait for it
And we lit like a BIC
Take the fame leave the rich

This was the shit I was made for
This is the shit I would pray for
Said I'd deserved it don't say more
Had to go get it couldn't wait for it


Skipped school cause of dirty kicks
Before Soulja k had them dirty sticks
Back when I lived wit my granny when pops had to work in that pantry
Plus I would fight wit my pops then I hated the shit
That we lived in plus I thought mama ain't know shit
Sit & think bout the shit that she told me
Fuck the struggle is what made us & rapping ain't make me it saved us
When radio stations ain't play us
When I said fucked the city they hate us
When I say us ain't no group bitch just me & my people no room bitch
So how the fuck niggas made me
Can't show no love they'll play me
Ain't give me shit & it's cool now
Tables turn & them niggas need you now
Cause I put the fire in them to
Plus I made you bitch so don't act new
Y'all fuck the gossip we know the truth
IG at the you see the proof
Relay on the message I sent that & ain't no reverse I reset that

Ran in circles Ran it up
Easter pink double cups
To the face double blunts
Kicking shit double punt
This was the shit I was made for
This is the shit I would pray for
Said I'd deserved it don't say more
Had to go get it couldn't wait for it
And we lit like a BIC
Take the fame leave the rich

This was the shit I was made for
This is the shit I would pray for
Said I'd deserved it don't say more
Had to go get it couldn't wait for it

Like we the show & the after
When it's like nothing else matters
Just like the before & after pics
Keep asking me where we go after this
We beat the odds we can't get harder
Ain't ask for help yeah I'm just like my father
Start seeing paper start seeing problems
Niggas wit money yea money niggas is stravin
Move from the hood now to marble floors
We rolled down windows just to open doors
No silver spoon yeah my shit plastic
Free lunch at school that shit was nasty
Still cook my noodles over the stove
Still heat the dope it's over the stove
Ain't nothing change but the kicks & clothes
Posted on the net now my pics goals
Started wi nothing now look at me
Yeah that made me humble it's meant to be
We all got to eat ain't no other way
Yeah we was just broke yeah the other day
Pray to the man for that outcome that income & that dream
The dinero & that mullah and fendi of the cream

Ran in circles Ran it up
Easter pink double cups
To the face double blunts
Kicking shit double punt
This was the shit I was made for
This is the shit I would pray for
Said I'd deserved it don't say more
Had to go get it couldn't wait for it
And we lit like a BIC
Take the fame leave the rich

This was the shit I was made for
This is the shit I would pray for
Said I'd deserved it don't say more
Had to go get it couldn't wait for it