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Tired of niggas complaining and shit. What's the motherfucking solution? How the fuck we gonna get to this motherfucking Money, nigga? Put your motherfucking head up, Man. It's a million ways to get this shit, nigga. Choose one. Shit crazy. Living this motherfucking life. You don't know what the fuck gonna happen, nigga. Stay true to your motherfucking self. I'm digging in this box of hopes, looking for My heart. Found the digi scale, Turkey bag, and a yacht. What you gonna do when your baby need diapers And the money not coming? Nigga, fuck it, who copping? Had to change my mindset, whole 'nother logic. I knew the streets was dead, nigga, in 2009. I was down bad, nigga, 2009. By 2012, I was pushing that fire. Around that time, I got a call from my Mom. "Leave them streets alone, son, Go and get a job." But I was too deep, nigga, to go and Get a job. And plus, no nigga my age Had these prices. A condo in Vegas right next to Gorgeous G. Two six-fifties back to back, that was me. Son two years old, and his pops in the Streets. Wasn't on no dumb shit, He was just tryna eat. I'm digging in this box of hopes, looking for My heart. Found the digi scale, Turkey bag, and a yacht. What you gonna do when your baby need diapers And the money not coming? Nigga, fuck it, who copping? Hey. Gotta stay on my toes, know that love is Not real. I've been crossed so many times, I don't know how to feel. Let's take it back to 2012, hundred K up. Still feeling low, still feeling stuck. Know I'm living wrong, tryna do right. Dropped out of school, put my heart in this Mic. It's so much shit that I never talk About. 'Cause I do this from the heart, Nigga, never for the clout. I don't claim to be the toughest, I don't Claim to be the richest. All I know is that we made it out These motherfucking trenches. I'm digging in this box of hopes, looking for My heart. Found the digi scale, Turkey bag, and a yacht. What you gonna do when your baby need diapers And the money not coming? Nigga, fuck it, who copping? Hey. Gotta stay on my toes, know that love is Not real. I've been crossed so many times, I don't know how to feel. Shit. Like, Uh, goddamn. Sometimes. Shit. Ayy, ayy. BSL. Fuck, J Black. Please record your message. When you have finished recording, you may hang up Or press one for more options Hey, Lil Man. Hey, hear now, see me now, goddamn, man. Feel me now. Hey, man, I was thinking we Should have a player-ass barbecue real quick, You know what I'm saying, man? I got the Motherfucking Impala out, man. You know, I got that bitch sitting on some Goddamn motherfuckers, you hear me now. Hey, come on by, uh, let me, uh, pull Up with you, man. You know, whatever, man, get This barbecue shit going, my boy. I'm waiting on you. After the tone, you may Record your name.