Life goes on, it's time passin' me by I always been solid, why you askin' me not? I'm a rock, lock, tucked in the pocket of the tux It's always about a buck, see me waddle like a duck When I get fucked up, kick my feet up like Tuck Bitch, I'm a millionaire, you think I give a fuck? Got my mama sittin' pretty in that Bentley truck Say what you want about me, fuck, boy, never made it out of Monoligue I bleed for my brothers, I plead for the kids who can't breathe FTP on my sleeve, I sleep with a pistol on me Please protect me from my enemies White chalk, blue lines, red lights, death threats I fight for my life and I strive and I ride, put my city on my back Took a lot of strugglin' and pain to get to where I'm at, yeah Save your breath, one day closer to death I speak from the soul, the burn in my chest, from head to my feet The music complete me when I feel defeated I'm one deep in the Fleetwood with the top down Wind blowin' in my balls, five middle finger at the window Still, throwin' out blue hundred dollar bills Tryna fill the void, silence all the noise Place a bet on the table I can't afford, yeah I see why they think I sold my soul Really don't know how deep this goes On my own since sixteen years old I had to cut ties to grow the bankroll I see why they think I sold my soul Really don't know how deep this goes On my own since sixteen years old I had to cut ties to grow the bankroll