作词 : Christian Browne/Chris Blom/Ethan Hayes
作曲 : Christian Browne/Chris Blom/Ethan Hayes
Ayy
I was sittin' in an interview
and he asked me like
Like, do I regret the shit that I did?
And I'm tellin' the nigga, like,
what am I gonna regret the shit-
How I'ma regret some shit made me me?
Everything, the shit I did, done made me me
So why the **** I'ma change that?
That would change me
Shit hit me like 2014 on the bus, I ain't have no car
Ain't nobody think I was gonna get far
'Cause a nigga sell weed and I tot my Glock
That was my first time ever seein' jail
but a nigga ain't know that it won't gon' stop
I ain't lеarn 'cause I ain't takin' it serious
walking 'round in my socks
Niggas be hatin'
I bе making 'em furious
walking 'round with all these rocks
Crackers be watching us we be makin' them curious
buyin' up all these Glocks
It was like 2016, I traded a 380 for my chop
Who would have guessed it
one year later, 2017, yeah I'd be locked?
2018 I was in that box
Crackers took my mat
I was sleepin' on rocks
I was countin' down and watchin' the clock
November when I drop
2019 a nigga was chillin'
by 2020 I was back in that box
I spent New Year's with my cellie
smokin' weed, drinkin' liquor
I could see fireworks out my window,
I done shed tears on top of this bunk
Crackers might lock me up
but that won't stop my shine 'cause I'm a star
They knew I was gon' go to prison
I knew I was gon' go to Johnny
They won't turn me to no victim
I went hard until I got it back right
And then the nigga asked me how I felt
like what-, what you was goin' through
what you was, man, ya feel me?
I was like man
that shit-,that shit be
I don't know
you get to the point where that shit be second nature
Nigga just be, shit
stickin' and movin', ya feel me?
I'm doin', I'm doin' a bid
Ayy, I felt abandoned
Lost inside my thoughts
feel like I'm stranded
Crackers tryna take me from my family
State say they want nine
tell the lawyer don't even answer
I was doin' State time
same clothes, three days, no hamper
Seven months alone
behind them doors, no handle
I would kick your door and take your TVs
Now I take my picture with my flash you'll see my VVS
Niggas bit my hand
they must have felt they weren't gon' need me
I could see fireworks out my window
I done shed tears on top of this bunk
Crackers might lock me up
but that won't stop my shine 'cause I'm a star
They knew I was gon' go to prison
I knew I was gon' go to Johnny
They won't turn me to no victim
I went hard until I got it back right