[Verse 1: Marco Plus]
Ay, uh
A n**** been through so much shit I can't even explain
To keep it a buck my n****, I ain't even the same
But now I'm up so I can't even complain
Weed to the grain, the reefer help a n**** with easing the pain
People is lame so I don't come around as much, I like to stay to myself
That sucker shit mess with the state of my health
I dodged a fucking [?] them pussy n****s prolly hating my stuff
Wrestling demons they ain't taking my belt
I'm tryna cop the lamb truck and take my daughter for a spin
That's my heart shit I'd slaughter for my twin, her, and all my fucking kin
Tryna cop my mom a house and get my broad a fucking Benz
But with this paper, you got to watch who you call your fucking friеnds
Most of these n****s shady as shit, it don't make any sеnse
Say that they your gang but got the lamest intent
You better watch your back
Keep one in the head so you ain't ever got to cock it back
Just in case an opp attack, n**** that's when you pop 'em flat
[Chorus: Sedona]
I hold it all on myself
Tryna better generational wealth of my kin
Necessary, so much sin
Necessary, so much sin
I give it all of my blood
Get the Bible on my eyes up above
I commit so much sin
Necessary, so much sin
[Verse 2: Marco Plus]
I'm holding money in a rubber band
And my gun up in my other hand
I come from a place some folk can't motherfucking understand
People think it's sweet until a bullet hit your dome
Or your partners telling your mama that they couldn't get you home
Shit ain't never been a game
I grew around some gangsters they accepted me as gang
But I was never in a gang
Bitch I never been a lame
I just never steered that lane
Cuz I was peddling to fame
So I ain't ever been ashamed to be me
I was young when I was banging BG
Now I play this all on you while I swang the GT
I'm with your dame on Peace Street smoking and drinking peach tea
It's like my angles vibranium n****s can't defeat me
N****s ain't believe me when I told 'em that I was going up
I showed 'em not no polls was tryna roll, you folks is pitiful
I could never kick it with you bro, you folks despicable
Just keep it cordial before I grab the poll and go get rid of you
[Chorus: Sedona]
I hold it all on myself
Tryna better generational wealth of my kin
Necessary, so much sin
Necessary, so much sin
I give it all of my blood
Get the Bible on my eyes up above
I commit so much sin
Necessary, so much sin