Lyrics

I got my gun on me, I got this money in my pocket, out there in these streets. I'm only 17 and there ain't nothing that these tower boys can say to me. I'm filled with rage and pain, no love remains inside of me. I spent so many days out there in the rain, it troubled me. So today I got my gun on me, I got this money in my pocket, out there in these streets. I'm only 17 and there ain't nothing that these tower boys can say to me. I'm filled with rage and pain, no love remains inside of me. I spent so many days out there in the rain, it troubled me. So today I got my gun on me, I got this money in my pocket, out there in these streets. Blame society for not giving. I'm filled with rage and pain, no love remains inside of me. Blame your father for not being there. I spent so many days out there in the rain, it troubled me. Blame the gun in your hand for making you more likely to be picked on. Blame the dead boy, blame your mother, blame society, blame your father, blame the gun, blame anyone but yourself for not being strong enough to put down the gun. Standing on a corner, trying to make ends meet. On the edge of the fire, love has thrown these favors on me. See I could really break down, thinking about my past. Now, holding on to this rope tight, I pray this grip's gonna last. Standing on a corner, trying to make ends meet. On the edge of the fire, love has thrown these favors on me. See I could really break down, thinking about my past. Now, holding on to this rope tight, I pray this grip's gonna last. Focus on the work, they focus on the fame. I'm trying to avoid the cameras, they're trying to get in frame. My life ain't like this, we are not the same. I'm trying to build an empire, they're trying to build a name. You see that life on the road, that helped me when I grow. Turn my mess into a message, my story's been told. I'm chilling out with bro, look how far we come. We're rolling with our kids now, we used to roll with guns. Look what God done, so I don't complain about my dealt hands. Happy with my destiny, content whatever God plans. Damn homie, you used to be the man. Whatever fam, I'm still the man, we just got different plans, focusing on different lands. So you're arguing with a different man, I won't reply, they won't understand. Some mayo in my right hand, a Ubi in my left, Islam in my chest. On my way to death, starting on a corner, trying to make ends meet. On the edge of the fire, love is all these favors on me. See I could really break down, thinking about my past. Now, holding on to this rope tight, I pray this grip's gonna last. Standing on a corner, trying to make ends meet. On the edge of the fire, love is all these favors on me. See I could really break down, thinking about my past. Now, holding on to this rope tight, I pray this grip's gonna last. Young boy from the rubble, didn't care about consequences, always getting into trouble. Ain't no one could stop me, yo, get in between my hustle. Umi I was praying, she was crying many puddles, soaking in the rain. Posted on the corner, surrounded by my peoples, how I'm feeling like a loner. You couldn't see my pain, kept it masked with a smirk, but inside I was hurt, cause we was coming from the dirt. Where I'm from, gunshots are lullabies, bullets flying, mothers crying. Don't wanna say another bye, homies dying. We done seen a lot of close homies go. Now I miss a lot, face to the floor, praying for their souls, praying for their souls. I'm praying for their souls, praying for their souls. There always been another way. Focus less on these materials and more so on your inner state. There always been another way. No more looking at these substances as remedy to numb the pain. Pray. Standing on a corner, trying to make ends meet. On the edge of the fire, love has thrown these favors on me. See I could really break down, thinking about my past. Now, holding on to this rope tight, I pray this grip's gonna last. Standing on a corner, trying to make ends meet. On the edge of the fire, love has thrown these favors on me. See I could really break down, thinking about my past. Now, holding on to this rope tight, I pray this grip's gonna last. Standing on a corner, trying to make ends meet. On the edge of the fire, love has thrown these favors on me. See I could really break down, thinking about my past. Now, holding on to this rope tight, I pray this grip's gonna last. Standing on a corner.