What More - 38 Spesh

I’m bein' watched by the task force

It’s a crash course

When they try to stop your only cash source

Fourteen with a crack charge

Where I’m from, some say it’s the slums

But I call it my backyard

Bad bitches, fast cars

Started off coppin' small then graduated to trap stars

I get chauffeured in the black car

My driver pull up and throw bricks

I sit in the back, bored

Me and moms was mad poor

Dad gone, I ain’t hurt yet, still I’m a tad small

Couldn’t cry, had to stand tall

Knockin' bags off in front of the store

Wishin' I had more

Fell in love with a bad whore

Her I had, though

She brought the bricks back in the Rav4

Back then, now fast-forward

Live wealthy, kids healthy, what more can I ask for?

Huh, right?

You know?

That’s all we really ask for, you know what I’m sayin'?

Long as the kid’s straight

You know what I mean?

Family good

That’s all that really matter, know what I mean?

Huh

Right

Yo

Let’s go

Y’all want me to fall easily

It’s easy to make money, it’s just hard legally

I told bitches I don’t care if y’all be with me

Know if I fall that’ll result to y’all leavin' me

I told my dogs I was there when y’all needed me

When I split the pie, I made sure it was done equally

But niggas snitchin' more recently

But me?

I would never speak to the people

I swore secrecy

But I found myself keepin' beef

Secret compartment in the V

That’s controlled by the heated seat

And I’m quiet when I see the police

Your words will be held against you in court

You’re not free to speak

I used to grind so eagerly

Eyes low like the Vietnamese because I needed sleep

I guess it’s just the beast in me

As the day pass, I gotta make cash

Then rest peacefully

Trust