[Intro]
It was day in, day out
Just not knowin', man, like for real
Like even when I see n***as down here
What n***as talkin' about, I'm shakin' my head like this is not a fan to me
You know what I'm sayin'? This is not a fan, I hear n***as get into the game and
And—and—and just th—they say anything
To me, it's a—it's a—it's a—it's almost like a sign of disrespect

[Verse 1: Propain]
Say, I'm from the bottom, matter fact, the dirt (Geah)
Where the dopeheads dwell and the trappers lurk (Mane)
Two options: hoop or start baggin' work
And I ain't good in whippin', so this rap shit had to work (Yeah)
And pops bounces on my mama soon as the Magnum burst
Left a n***a stranded, I was forced to be a man at birth (Damn)
It changed my life whеn I heard they had Patrick murked
Thеy killed the wrong n***a, dog, they ain't even ask him first (Shit)
As a kid, hip-hop was my escape
And then it pissed a n***a off when I hear these rappers playin' (Damn)
With the very thing I love, I consider this a savior
Move around with that bullshit you makin', real talk

[Interlude]
It's like it was—it's hard, it was hard then and it's harder now
You know, somethin' 'bout that, he'll come up he'll—Like n***a, what else do I know?
Haha, know I'm sayin'? Like what—what else could I tell you that you listen to, you know I'm sayin'?
I d—I don't know how to fix cars or, you know I'm sayin'? Build houses or, you know
I'm a hustler, I came from nothin' to this
And I'm not gon' stop this
[Verse 2: Propain]
Geah, on everything, I'm never changin' (Nah)
Been tryna stay humble, not acceptin' that I'm famous (Yeah)
College educated still connectin' with the gangstas
Funny thing is that all of them respect that I ain't bangin' (Brain)
Boy, I'm Texas, big reppin' in the Wranglers (Geah)
Stop that gritty card in the section, n***as bring it (Brrah)
This ain't a game, shit, investin' in it is dangerous (Yeah)
I know a lotta n***as peacely restin' over swangers (Yeah)
The streets trust 'em, them college girls love 'em (Yeah)
That real shit touch 'em (Geah), they feel a n***a's struggle (Uh)
Them boys forget where they from when they dwell rich (But)
But tell your devil that my soul ain't for sale, bitch (Boy)

[Interlude: J-Dawg]
The smallest shit I've been through
I think about all the changes I'm—all the times I might've not been here
I think about all the n***as that just, that I've seen
Thirty-forty years in prison, I think about all the n***as that was hangin' with me one day and they dead the next I just
And I still layin' up out here, you know I'm sayin'? Like I still deal with real n***a issues every day
And a n***a lookin' at me like a rapper I'm like, "N***a, you see what the fuck I'm goin' through?"
Shit crazy

[Verse 3: J-Dawg]
Deny my stripes, overlook my dues ('Look my dues)
All you n***as got them young hogs, I was born (Right)
I grew up in that one zone (Yeah), zombie n***as heart gone (Heart gone)
Only trust I had was trust my nuts and let 'em drag on (So what you do?)
Fuck with the hoes then get drugged out (Drugged out)
N***a we don't talk, but I'll leave ya somethin' to talk about (What's that?)
See in my hood, I make the big homies proud (Right)
'Cause they could kick they feet up now, they know I'ma hold it down (Down)
My OG got my name tatted by his eye (What's up, Kabone?)
Bitch, I been certified, and I'ma ride 'til I die (Ride 'til I die)
Yeah, see a rapper, slap a rapper, bitch n***a (Yeah)
If Propain miss ya, I'ma get ya, test that, bitch (Bitch), take that
[Outro]
The smallest shit I've been through
I think about all the changes I'm—all the times I might've not been here
I think about all the n***as that just, that I've seen
Thirty-forty years in prison, I think about all the n***as that was hangin' with me one day and they dead the next I just
And I still layin' out up here, you know I'm sayin'? Like I still deal with real n***a issues every day
And a n***a lookin' at me like a rapper I'm like, "N***a, you see what the fuck I'm goin' through?"
Highway music
Music you could ride to
Music you could smoke to
Departure