What It Was
Ayy, yeah
I sip out the cup, it ain't driving me crazy (damn)
This shit I took up, it ain't making me lazy
I pop me one up and I keep going crazy
I'm filling it up and I keep going brazy
Man, I'm just a hood baby
I done came out the gutter, I came out the street
Got my dawg off the leash, got a cutter on me
I been drinking on mud and they crucified me
But I'm staying a thug, yeah
Stepping in Gucci, I'm stayin' down ten toes, yeah
I came from the dirty, I'm turning it all into gold
Anytime you come from out the trenches
You get it, you go and get paid
Had to go out and take it and stood in the rain for it, yeah
I done put them diamonds in my ring
Had to put my niggas on game
Ain't never gon' change up
I'm going out the same
Hit the bullseye
I been down bad in the field with no cliques barely gettin' by
Came up from nothin' and when I progressed my nigga come look at my eyes
Like you don't feel my pain no more
All them times I was broke, had to go on them licks, man, you forgot it
Made a nigga heart more cold
I done missed out on love, yeah, it could be the drugs, yeah
Gettin' it in, I'm a hood baby, maybe that's what it was
Bitch I could get down, you know what I does
My dead presidents in quarantine
Have a trap on Conley cooking nosebleed
Walk on Drama Road with some Sophie
Make 'em run it up like where the dope be
They respected the bosses, I came up
Never gon' change and that's what you told you
He talking tough but I ain't going
Nothing but paper cuts is what I'm showin'
I'm just a hood baby, baby, that's what it was
I done came out the gutter, I came out the street
Got my dawg off the leash, got the cutter on me
I been drinking on mud and they crucified me
But I'm staying a thug, yeah
Stepping in Gucci, I'm stayin' down ten toes, yeah
I came from the dirty, I'm turning it all into gold
Anytime you come from out the trenches
You get it, you go and get paid
Had to go out and take it and stood in the rain for it, yeah
I done put them diamonds in my ring
Had to put my niggas on game
Ain't never gon' change up
I'm going out the same
I can't change lanes
Maybe that's why my chain swing
We don't accept shit from no lame
Went and bossed up a no-name
Made a couple thousand, these cold case
Sipping syrup in the pouring rain
Remain the same when the hoes came
Fuck the bitch, crashed her love lane
How you steady spinnin' with no aim?
My lil' catching charges from dodging these cops in the projects
I'm straight from the 'partments
I had niggas wantin' to see me down, they couldn't wait to conversate that topic
Rolling Loud, had the tool on me, had the shooters rolling up exotic
Don't say you love me 'cause I doubt it
It's just your vibe, I don't feel you 'round me
Came out a stomach to a star
Took the Bentayga to the Mars
Whipped up the first five jobs
Came from the dirt with scars
Trap me good before I trap me a slut
Geeking off raw, no cuts
Popped the first 22 in the cut
Jumped out the roof with a bust
Pluto
I done came out the gutter, I came out the street
Got my dawg off the leash, got the cutter on me
I been drinking on mud and they crucified me
But I'm staying a thug, yeah
Stepping in Gucci, I'm stayin' down ten toes, yeah
I came from the dirty, I'm turning it all into gold
Anytime you come from out the trenches
You get it, you go and get paid
Had to go out and take it and stood in the rain for it, yeah
I done put them diamonds in my ring
Had to put my niggas on game
Ain't never gon' change up
All them times I was broke, had to go on them licks, man, you forgot it
Made a nigga heart more cold
I done missed out on love, yeah, it could be the drugs, yeah
Gettin' it in, I'm a hood baby, maybe that's what it was, yeah