If you're hoping and you're searching
For a better kind of way
(Statik Selektah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Mm, mm
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Mm, mm

Okay, now if I really gave a fuck
I wouldn't keep the laser tucked
And wouldn't have wrote "Dreams"
in my baby mama Mercedes truck
I'm workin' hard, I'm savin' up
my mama said, "That ain't enough"
I'm stayin' strong enough to pick
the stroller and the baby up
She slammed the door in my face
man, she ain't even say, "Good luck"
Sometimes it be the smallest thing
that hurt you like a paper cup
My sister cryin' for me to stay, but
man, I'm like, "Stay for what? "
I'd rather be outsidе sellin' dope
and leanin' on thе gate with stuff
Me and RJ, forty ounces on the crate with us
Rival gangs drive by, but knowin' not to play with us
We out here tryna get papered up
stay fresh as hell and tapered up
See, it's blood on the leaves and we just tryna rake it up
Rappin' like Snoop, he told me
"One day you gon' make it, Blood"
Back then I couldn't see it
I swear to God, I almost gave it up
Weavin' through the hood like a bitch when she braided up
Playin' Young Jeezy loud enough to
wake the neighbors up (Haha, yeah)
Playin' that Young Jeezy loud enough
to wake the neighbors up (Ayy, damn)

And if I got to say it again or go create it again
Just so I can say I made it again
I'd go through all the shootouts and get raided again
And watch my brother get shot and try to save him again
And I just ran into the cops again and my opps again
They tryna cut off nigga's oxygen
I'm tryna live, but they wanna see the opposite
Life after death, they can't stop the pen
they can't stop the pen (Haha)
Playin' that Young Jeezy loud as fuck
and woke the baby up (Ayy, damn)

Well, I lost my baby mama 'cause I got hoes
They used to be in my socks, now they inside of my Rolls
I keep a key and a Glock, I'm Young Dolph in my soul
You know the killin' never stop until the coffins is cold
How many niggas didn't die that I grew up with?
Gang signs and my stomach how I threw up shit
And I'm missin' a couple screws, so I screw up shit
I got signed at twenty-two and I blew up quick
It was Aftermath then, it's still Aftermath now
Like Dr. Dre on the beat, yeah, I'm back with that sound
And they say I'm beefin' with Kendrick
how the fuck do that sound?
'Cause I'm feelin' like 50 when he made "Back Down"?
They say 50 made me, tell him make me again
I'll kick myself out the group and make him hate me again
'Cause I murder so much ink, it ain't no makin' amends
That's why I'm always by myself
'cause niggas can't be a friend

And if I got to say it again or go create it again
Just so I can say I made it again
I'd go through all the shootouts and get raided again
And watch my brother get shot and try to save him again
And I just ran into the cops again and my opps again
They tryna cut off nigga's oxygen
I'm tryna live, but they wanna see the opposite
Life after death, they can't stop the pen
they can't stop the pen (Haha)
Playin' that Jeezy
blew the speakers out in the Mercedes truck (Ayy, damn)