I said I changed, but I ain't no angel, ain't no saint Came out of county, planned to lick the next day Sugar had me lost, had a nigga losing faith I was in my soul praying, but when I was up, wouldn't pray I know that I ain't ***, baby, you ain't gotta stay I know I'm hard-headed, and I'm stuck up in my ways She gon' tell you that she love you, but that love will probably fade They gon' smile when you close, but when they far, they gon' hate Been the realest from the start, and I can take it to the end Always got nothing but X, right now I'm tryna get M's I be hitting you for real bad, for real bad, you got my sins Like, I don't learn my lesson, cause here I go again My nigga was fresh out, but he a fool, we back in Told my nigga about a plot, he was quick to tap in We some mother***ing fools, tryna be the rag scene Swear you need to chill, but you need some dance hands You probably understand if I tell you about my life You wouldn't even know how the pain I feel inside Remember I'm gon' die in the 17 sniffing lines Ain't nobody perfect, you got problems, I got mine One day we gon' leave, one day we gon' die Remember in that casket, ain't nobody by your side If I get rich, but don't get paid, I wouldn't mind Care about the guap, never care about no likes Tell my nigga Polo to put money on his bucks Bitch, I'm money out on bail with a Phillip in them bucks First day out, leave with shorty and I *** Second day, hit the plug for the drugs Why the *** would I change if I'm up? In the stew, sippin' Henny, I be buzzed I was down for a minute, I was stuck Niggas mad, I don't bang, but the hood show me love Bitch, I'm compelled, but I still sad Nigga in my city, niggas kill rad HP, South Central, where the hood at? I'm tryna put it to my people, like where them bills at? Tryna fill the fridge up, put food on the table Put my mind on this money, ain't got no time to save up Bitch, I got open cash, yeah, I got a lay low If you don't know why I went in, nigga, for a bankroll I'm just happy that I'm out, back to the bag Bitch, I'm back on the road, tryna touch that Nigga, you should join the sport, stop tryna rap Niggas talkin' bout the trap, but they ain't saw no sack Ayy, this *** ain't real ***, nigga This *** was crazy, nigga We don't do a lot of this ***, nigga R.P. Malone, nigga You know what I'm sayin'? This *** crazy ***, yeah