Got Here

Bou

Uh huh

Listen

I grew up in that village on the side of them train tracks

Where niggas never stunt cause we ain't giving no chains back

Learned to hold our own when we was running them fades back

I think about the past it's always bringing that pain back

Pour a lil liquor for the ones we can't bring back

Got niggas losing sanity it's hard to maintain that

Sell your dawg a pistol then get hit with that same strap

That jealousy a bitch no type of money can change that