Thru Da Vine!

Ik a lotta people look at me and think I'm that same nigga from back den

Some people claimin we homies ain't even know my birthday

Then gon get mad when I ain't even remember they name

I'm running out the clock I'm steady pushing till it knock

I been good at holding shit I'll never let 'em see me drop

Taking meds and drinking daily got me geeking out the spot

Never told you what I seen cause what I been thru issa lot

I remember niggas told me sage we all that u got

But when them bullets started flying thru I guess that they forgot

They ain't hold a brotha down (Down)

Keep staring at my stick I load the clip I need more rounds (Rounds)