No Metaphors

Hey, follow the drip through the trenches

As a youngin' knew runnin' the streets wasn't a privilege

Shakin' the jakes hoppin' fences, shorty finesse with charisma

Teacher said I'ma be a statistic, he thought I would end up in prison

Young man need to work on attendance, but really ain't none of your business, bitch

Sister put food on the table, I'm watchin' the babies and duckin' imprisonments

Can't take a vacation, I'm still on probation don't wanna get caught up in incidents

Folks got a lil' 50 ball, he in city hall tryna start his own businesses

I'm tryna get all my niggas rich, and pay lawyers to knock out they sentences

Bro finna buy him a pint and put half in the spite, I'm a still put a six in it

Told my boo to stay true to religion now they on my denim, damn, what a coincidence

I spent a check on my Robins while you doin' fraud off the government stimulus