prod. me 

They don’t understand, I came from nothing
We had no lights, we had no oven
We ain’t got bread, we ain’t got money
Now I got some you can’t take that from me
There was some days that I couldn’t eat
There were some days I had nowhere to sleep
My mother worked every day of the month
Just to make sure we could brush our teeth
We had no lights had to light them candles
Walk in my shoes it’s a lot to handle
I prayed to God, but he couldn’t stand me
I got arrested for being a vandal
I done came a long way from the bottom
But I ain’t that far from the top
We couldn’t afford new shoes then
So now I buy out the stock

Hold up, now the lights on me
Imma get to it bro don’t mind me
I rock undercover got nothing to see
Watanabe shirt got eyes on me
Damn, undercover spies on me
Yea, got a couple thots on me
Damn, I rock this shit on my sleeve
Your bitch all on me, removing my jeans
They tryna play some games but I don’t play no more
He think it’s sweet til we pull up right outside your door
I put the racks inside my bag i get it fasho
If there’s a problem you know where to find me catch me at my show
Goyard bag, I know why they mad
I’m finna talk my shit and run my mouth they really ass
Who you know that took my swag, damn near everybody
I’m finna shake em, and bake em, just like ricky bobby

Undercover (14)

The Almighty @virtualworld777
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