Intro

[Intro]
Your friends is your money in your pocket
You have no friends, always remember that in life
When you have money, you have loads of friends
When you sick, you no have nun
And when you no have no money, you don't see these friends, remember dat

[Verse]
Nineteen, I got my freedom, oh, what a feeling
Rely on yourself, no one’s there when you need them
Used to be my brother, was like Andrew and Tristan
But then that money came 'round and it turned niggas different
Intel said I was pebbling
I had the feds in my premises
Turnt Batina's yard in Medellín
Came up in a mad place
Professor in the T with no accolades
Hit the grub with the hammer, make the slab break
Life weren’t the easiest, I got experience
I could never fake beef, take it serious
No games, bullets flew past my face
No food in your belly, you don't know how that taste
Gotta get them first, 'cause they might try do me
No unity, it's frying in my community
I worked the streets all night, couldn't sleep early
They couldn't walk a day in these B30s, uh
F the glitz and glamour
Circle your ends like Jammer
Shot at feds like Stana
We don't do it for camera
Gotta be some light at the end of the tunnel
From young, I been trouble, I seen too much struggle
Conversating with my chick through pics and letters
When you been through the worse, it could only get better
But on that bright side, what a time to be alive
Half a M for distro and I own all my rights
I pray towards the Kaba
I'm Muslim akh, I gotta forgive my father
Years, I wouldn’t speak to you
You weren’t there, mummy needed you
You don't know what we been through