Transcript (en)

Wish I could count up me a dollar for every loss I took Shit, I was probably letting my Lord back when I got booked See, if it was anything for a dollar, you probably call that crook See, I ain't never read me a book until the day I got booked We playing chess, this ain't Chuckers, nigga, on the rook I could've been dead or in jail, I mean the chances I took And we ain't never been spanked, nigga, we don't know the belt All these texts in my closet, but we don't know the refs You ever felt like you drowning, you gotta say yourself For any nigga thinkin' they made me, nigga, I made myself A bro got killed when he was with me, I never forgave myself Let you use my loyalty against me, I gotta blame myself Dealin' with a bunch of these problems that's in my head When it come to dealin' with problems, I never ran I just know I got the world in the palm of both of my hands I just know I'm every man that I ever said that I am Little hearts and dead Yeah, yeah It's time to go Yeah, yeah I keep back full of blues