Crooked Lines

I showed up every time!

I wasTaking penitentiary chances, I was ducking feds

You know Ima Street nigga first , swear for the gang I bled

Ain't taking no disrespect, know luck gone bust his head

Would've went to war for ya but you left me out for dead

Tryna fix it with my mama feel like fuck my daddy

For All them times I was starving on that air mattress

I kept a thot , I kept some gas , I kept my fuckin ratchet

I kept it real when tables turned they disappeared like magic

Seem like Life was all good when I was taking chances

Ain't never tried to make a excuse, im Mr make it happen

Approached my problems like a man, aint do no tap dancing