[Intro]
These tears I cry sure won't be the last (Ayy, rest in peace to Nip)
They will not be the last, no (Ayy, the album was done, I had to go back in on this shit)
'Cause this pain inside (See, I feel even more trapped)
It never seems to pass me, I said it never seems to pass me by
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Where'd we start off? How'd we go wrong?
N***as risk it all to put a n***a name in his song
N***as fighting over blocks that we don't even own
Leave the house to get a bag and never make it back home
Bulletproof truck, I'm full time rapping
I wasn't living like this when I was still trapping
Son seen me shed a tear, he like, "Daddy, what happened?"
I'm like, "Daddy aight, but Daddy don't know what's gon' happen"
N***as rapping gangster lyrics and thinkin' it's cool
'Til you the suspect or victim they post on the news
So the dope that you selling the dope that you use
Y'all made poppin' pills cool, you n***as confused
I'm a true independent, you n***as should listen
Whether record label or not, I was investing my millions
I spent millions on my artists and did it consistently
If it ain't real boss talk, n***a, watch how you mention me
Real estate, got a check, twenty mil on that
Thirty in the bank, I'm fifty off, I'm still at that
I seen a hundred bricks, I had a hundred Dracos with a hundred shots
But 'til I see that hundred mil', I ain't really did nothing, n***a
I ain't impressed by a killer
I'm impressed by a hustler who's taking care of his mother and his brother
And his significant other
Put his n***as in position to show 'em he love 'em
[Interlude]
'Cause this pain inside (Ayy, you know I just moved to LA, right?)
It never seems to pass me, I said it never seems to pass me by (So I had to ride down Crenshaw just to see it for myself, damn)
So I thank you, said I thank you (Just got a call back home too, said shit ain't lookin' good)
Said I thank you (Just life)
For makin' me a woman, oh

[Verse 2]
I just paid eight mil' to the IRS
I don't agree, but then again you can say I'm blessed
Late night, no sleep, you can say I'm stressed
Bruh called, say he fighting for his life, say less
Quarter mil' to the lawyer, straight cash, no check
Never lied to my n***as, I'ma stand on that
I done cried to my n***as (Cried to my n***as)
'Cause real brothers really love each other and nobody threats
I just went to Jay house, got hit with reality
I got a long way to go, for real, this shit baffling
Ninety mil' on a crib and he not an athlete
If I don't make it for my family, this shit gon' be a tragedy
I'm tryna live life and make sure they proud of me
I give no energy to critics or n***as who doubted me
I'm a black-owned business owner, entrepreneur
We all from the gutter, from the mud, from the sewer
Send a text to Meek (Yeah), told him move safe (Safe)
Send a text to Youngsta (Youngsta), I'm checking on your case
Send a text to Bagg (Bagg), boy, you're on your way (You're outta here)
Don't get caught up in these streets, you one hit away
I sat down with Bloc (What up?), told him, "You're young, but you gotta take this shit serious" (You gotta)
Life 'bout more than guns, hoes, and a lot of jewelry (For real)
I just hope that they hearin' me, I love these n***as dearly
They like, "Gotti, you changed," yeah, I call it maturity
I gotta get to the bag, and these labels be fearing me
Five million in watches and no stones in the jewelry
FN on me, n***a, I'm securing security
I'm tryna get a hundred mil', fuck facing a jury
[Outro]
(Said I thank you)
See, n***as think all this lil' shit you doing cool (Said I thank you, for makin' me a)
'Til it's you versus the motherfuckin' federal government, n***a
Then what? (Said I thank you)
Then what you lil' n***as gon' do? (Said I thank you)
Start telling every motherfuckin' thing you know, huh?
That ain't a real n***a, that ain't no gangster shit
All these n***as on Instagram posting they motherfuckin' business and shit
Draco this, big sack that
And they gon' be the first n***a to rat on a n***a, you know what I'm sayin'?
Whole social media shit the police, n***a
When you n***as gon' wake up, n***a?
Nineteen, n***a still tellin' on himself
Where they do that it?
This rich gangster shit forever
Fft, let me hear that
(These tears I cry sure won't be the last
They will not be the last, no)