Nobody, you know what I'm saying, nobody thought a n***a would be right here though, you know. That shit make like, that shit make a difference in me and you. You was supposed to be here, n***a. N***a, I wasn't supposed to be in this motherfucker, man, you know what I'm saying, give all the glory to God and the hard work, but you n****s gotta respect this shit, you know what I'm saying, I'm scraping it. Where I'm at, where I go, how did I get here? Walk around with a Smithfield, I'm from the South, had a gold grill, remember doing shows in Mobile, go against me in this roadkill, waking up and see the sunrise, I turn five, I got baptized, we were living up in College Park, midnight heard the gunfire, playing football at Far Park, pressure park where your mama get the fine, the story of my life, way before I ever wrote a rhyme, have you ever done time, looking at my kids through the blinds, confinement mine, how you feeling when you face a dime, the truth be told, I'm supposed to be locked up in dead cold, in the mind of a old white man, had a black man soul, felt like I was born on Mars, everybody staring too hard, they didn't really think I was a star, then I fought the round, beat the odds, how did I get right here, neck wrist on chandelier, made me wanna drop some tears, thank God that I switched gears, I'm from another light year, I'm a Martian, one third of a human just partial, I'm the sergeant, the captain, the marshal, start the barbie with too much potion, I'm too fast, everything in slow motion, I keep the cash and my money keep grossing, pop the bottle champagne, we toasting, suicide doors on the coupe when they open, they didn't believe in me, check the stats, number one, you see, I bet my haters can't breathe, niggas don't even compare to me, street niggas, yeah we rare, unique, we can fuck them by the pair, by the three, choppa sounding like the snare in the beat, I'm from the A, I love your ass as a peach, where I'm from, niggas cash don't lease, where I'm from, sticks on the backseat, where I'm from, poorly put your six feet, a lot of bombs and they sleeping on the street, yeah, yeah, that's at home, nigga go back to your family, you're dead wrong, miss my dog, dead and gone, I can hear his voice telling me don't go alone, yeah the money can't fix that, dirty money I try my hardest not to look back, not too long ago a nigga would've took that, then fuck my niggas had to cook packs, million dollar trap fire cause I won't rap, yeah, ain't no coming back, how I made it out the jungle, yeah without a scratch, where I'm at, where I go, how did I get here, walk around with a Smithfield, I'm from the south, had a gold grill, remember doing shows in Mobile, go against me and it's roadkill, waking up and see the sunrise, I turned five, I got baptized, we were living up in college ball, midnight heard the gunfire, playing football at Fall Park, pressure park where your mama get the fine, the story of my life, way before I ever wrote a rhyme, have you ever done time, looking at my kids through the blinds, confinement mine, how you feeling when you face a dime, the truth be told, I'm supposed to be locked up in dead cold, in the mind of a old white man, hit a black man's soul, baptized at first back, the church to pass the name was Reverend Johnson, chastised his shirt, he matched his shoes but had the front, it never bothered him, heard his private, he swallowed it, dirt is all that he spotted it, in the dirty south where bodies piling up so high, they blocked the birds and rerouted them, plenty murders had observers but you never heard a peep out of them, so many funerals, it ain't enough numerals to keep count of them, look I'm just setting the scene, back when I stared at the phone as I'm letting it ring, another collector, they leave us a message, my mama in deficit must intervene, I bust out the scenes, I'm getting too big for these riches now, I ain't messing the dream, I'm just in for green, I got superstar dick for these bitches now, I got superstar dick for these bitches now, and I think about that when I think I'm out, and I think I'm out, and I think I'm out, where I'm at, where I go, how did I get here, walk around with a Smithfield, I'm from the south, had a gold grill, remember doing shows in Mobile, go against me and it's roadkill, waking up and see the sun rise, I turned five, I got baptized, we were living up in college ball, midnight heard the gunfire, playing football at Fall Park, pressure park where your mama get the fine, the story of my life, way before I ever wrote a rhyme, have you ever done time, looking at my kids through the blinds, confinement mind, how you feeling when you face a dime, the truth be told, I should probably be locked up in dead gold, in the mind of a old white man, hit a black man's soul,