With the hand I was dealt with, they probably thought that I′d be dead or in jail
Where I'm from, every day feels hotter than hell
Still gotta keep your heater when it′s hot, I tell you
(yo, Keyz)
'Cause you don't wanna be stressed out in a hundred-degree weather
People love to talk down and say my name, but they don′t know a thing
Every day, I′m thanking God that my lifestyle changed
Every time I missed the bus, I walked to school in the rain
Know you love to hear my song, but are you feelin' my pain?
I used to log on thе book, see RIPs, man, this shit here ain′t safe
I grabbed my tool and grabbed my books, we strapped down every day
Fatz says he ain't got no opps, so give me your flame
He′s crazy, cocked it back, then banged it 'fore he play with my name
I love to rap, but gettin′ attention was my biggest of fears
This rap shit was just my dream, but I'm finally here
As soon as I bumped into the millions, bought my sister a whip
She used to let me borrow her bike to go hit me a lick
Remember my bed had bugs, so I slept on the floor
Take my pain out with that poker, go and kick me a door
In the apartment with my partner, his grandma says I'm a demon
At the gas station, waitin′, plottin′, and schemin'
And I thought that my heart was in the trenches forever
My other partner killed his partner, changed my whole perspective
We all got 24 hours and one life to maintain
So get up off your ass, nigga, go
It′s all about grinding, fuck perfect timing
Fuck maintainin', get rich or die tryin′
When it's you against the world, your back against the wall
You′re down on your luck, tell me who can you call?
Your ho keep complaining, bitch, won't shut the fuck up
Get the fuck out of my face and shut the fuck up
Tell me who could I call when I was fucked up?
Tell me who can you call when you're fucked up?
(Uh-uh-uh)
Writer(s): Rodarius Marcell Greene, Braylen Rembert, David Cabral, Bryan Beachley
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