Ramadan

(Gone for too long)
(I've been falling down to the ground)
(Falling down the ground)
Yeah, huh

Shit, I was broke, but I ain't complain
I got off my ass, from the ground, now look at me, I got a name
Sendin' money to the bros, they need to be free, unlock them chains
I thought he was my dog, he stole from me, I never change on gang
I'm a rapper now, but ain't shit sweet, I still spill 'bout my pain
So many Percocets, I don't get no sleep, shit fuckin' with my brain
My whole city stand behind me, 'cause they know how far I came

Yeah, she ask me when I'm done, if I gon' pass the gang
Yeah, know I'm my mama's son, should've gave me her last name
Yeah, told them I'm one of one, can't play me like no lame
Yeah, no, this ain't Ramadan, but I'm sealed and you ain't

Stand on business like I'm pops
Yeah, ain't nothin' but spinners on my roster
Yeah, hop out with these gens soon as I saw somethin'
Ain't trippin' 'bout these bitches, they for all of us

You got hoes and I got hoes, she wanna fuck, I'll give her dog
He got poles and I got poles, this however this shit goes
I can't turn on none of my guys, I hit her, then up my ride
I been gettin' it since I could, if I fucked up, know I tried
And my pockets came with knots, you can see it through my thighs
They been fucked up since I dropped, she choke and fuck on any thot, this shit good

I'm the first one brought a lambchop through my hood, it's on blood
I'm so goated, I ain't leave outside my hood without my hood
On these shoes, shit, I been walkin' around with business on my foot
If I crank the beat, don't try to say it, save it for the judge

Never thought I'd make it this far, look at me, I come from nothin'
Auntie, I love you to death, but if I catch him, then kill my cousin
Mazzi signed, he a rapper now, why the fuck is he still bustin'
I don't give a fuck, still fan shit down, just know this Glock came with a button
Rico charge, drug pending, that's what the state try to put on me
I'm innocent, I told my lawyer, need a trial, won't take no plea
Drop a bag, he outta here, you know lil bro, put shit to sleep
All my shooters be out west, but you know I come from the east

Yeah, she ask me when I'm done, if I gon' pass the gang
Yeah, know I'm my mama's son, should've gave me her last name
Yeah, told them I'm one of one, can't play me like no lame
Yeah, no, this ain't Ramadan, but I'm sealed, and you ain't

This ain't Ramadan, but I'm sealed, and you ain't
Lil bro militant, he got to war, not AWOL
That boy been a bitch in that courtroom, I'm like Ray Charles
My coupe black on black, I come through like I'm Akon
I went strikin' one night, our car full like eight guns
Anytime my dog get locked up, know I pay bond
I went to jail, I'm in that bitch fightin' like I'm Draymond

You niggas soft as hell like skittles, long live Trayvon
Say you my dog and he was there, dat nigga day one
I ride round with boxes on these Glocks, you better not say none
I hit the thug just like Pac, I had to make some

Ain't nothin' but some Bloods on my block, they trynna paint somethin'
Ain't nothin' but some mud on my block, this where we came from
(Ain't nothin' but some mud, ain't nothin' but some mud)

She ask me when I'm done, if I gon' pass the gang
Yeah, know I'm my mama's son, should've gave me her last name
Yeah, told them I'm one of one, can't play me like no lame
Yeah, no, this ain't Ramadan, but I'm sealed, and you ain't