Influence

Ayy

Ding, ding
Breakfast served at the table for you
Pancakes with the fruit with the bacon and juice, eggs, yeah
And guess what, they made 'em for you
You ain't have to go and get it 'cause they gave it to you

You probably think like, "Big deal, just a plate of some food"
But your friend though, the only time he ate was at school
But he too embarrassed to share it, so he play like it's cool
But inside, he hurt, his people ain't raise him like you
But he ain't tripping, he gon' hit the block and make something shake

His brother locked up, so he cool if they take him away
Them girls love bro, they like, "He so crazy, that's bae"
And he is crazy 'cause his life made him that way
But look at you soaking it up
Now you trapping and slanging

Now you're rapping and banging
Now you in the trap with them gangsters
Nah, for real though, but to people that's what you claiming
And they see through that, yeah, they know it's a act and you hate it

But it hurt to know that you ain't a gangster
'Cause all the bad girls really want gangsters
And all the gangsters just really want paper
And all you really wanna do is be a neighbor

So soon as you move out the house, you move straight to the hood
To the face of the hood, you spend every day in the hood
You should've chased your potential, you was chasing the hood
Ended up broke, now you understand it ain't really good

But it's too late, now you gotta find a way out
And now you gotta live that life that you was lying about
So now you strapped up for real
Trapped out and tryna get your bag up for real
Bills backed up for real

You in the streets now 'cause this what you always wanted
And now you out here robbing 'cause you really ain't got nothing
And now you really trapping, people know, you make it public
There's jealous people that wonder now what you making from it

The most dangerous people are not dangerous people
It's the people tryna prove that they dangerous people
People like you that want acceptance, but ain't really evil
People like you that can't accept and hate they ain't evil

But congrats, you a G now, dawg
Old school Gucci on repeat now, dawg
Everything you wanted is complete now, dawg
Your homies think you really from the streets now, dawg

Only problem is, when you live it there's consequences
25 to life, your friend, he got locked in prison
Somebody snitched on him, so you thought you was next
But they lied, said it was you, so you got shot in the neck

It really ain't no reason to get caught in the streets
But some people I give a pass 'cause that's all that they see
But not you, not you
You chose that life, that life ain't choose you

Rap music, did that do it?
Or what was it that had you so influenced?
Rap music, did that do it?
Or what was it that had you so influenced?
I just wanna know