Black Porsche Trucks

[Intro]
[?] was dying and all that kind
He just was never be who he is
And it made him into something great
And it's gonna make you into something great
I know it's a lot, but our life is rough, and shit happens
'Cause these are the times in which you supposed to be like, you know what, fuck everything, like
I'ma just sit, and I'ma just write and I'm, uh, try my best
See, it is a moment, [?] like really happy for you right now
[?] (Uh) you're gonna be fine, you're gonna be great
But this is [?]

[Verse]
Look, I'm too heartless, no luggage
I took life in the streets gon' love it, no budgets
No favors, your favorite Rappers are some [no haters?]
Don't wait up, in this marathon I'm double-lappin'
I keep a shotgun by the shooty and it's double action
My homie wanna be a reaper, and I love his passion
He saw an opp, had his [?] down and stabbed him
And still, I shoot you out your latest fashion
So don't get knocked straight out those fake Amiris
You know that talk on IG don't scare me
Posting videos with guns but we all know y'all fairies
Shit, y'all come and test the theories
Just know I put it on my moms
My moms can't see me burried
She's seen too much already
And yet that pain and that grief is heavy
But we run back to the same thing
Define insane, we know the streets are deadly
These memories come in medleys
These the same blocks that fed me
That kept these pockets hefty
And these women, they all move like models
My partners got dog food, they all move like [?]
And I can make that cocaine like Scooter on repeat
My sister [?] we had them whole things move them in her Jeep
Converse with shooters, it get deep
Rather murdered than be weak
My bro been fastin' about a week
He see dead bodies when he sleep
He'd rather fight a case, than have his body go six deep
Poppin' uppers for the peace
I'm taking xannies for the lows
I make the money
Gotta make sure that the family not exposed
You might make it rich off bundles, if it's [?], then it's a go
You know they thought that I would change
I forever miss my bro
Don't wanna talk or do no shows
I feel alone, it's just my [pole?]
I think these demons want my soul
Got the reaper man, no ho
And my shooter really can't be where I be here on parole
And outside [it's really?] can't see what I see they'll never know
And my hood raised monsters, and I can't trust a soul
Even though they raised me, I'm the monster with some goals
They had me burried [?]
No ordinary, I'm the G.O.A.T
No "Whatever they get rich"
No "It's either way it go"
No, I gotta keep a stick, I can't be easy prey for fools
I'm from a side that's way darker, but I'ma still shine more
When I was nine, I told my momma, I'ma be a crime lord
When I was twelve my cousin let me bust that baby .9 off
And we still in the streets deep
Cause we can't wipe that slime off, for real

[Bridge]
I told Muddy we be rich, by the side of that black Porsche truck
Riding down sunsets seven days before they brought him up, for real
I told Muddy we be rich, by the side of that black Porsche truck
Riding down sunsets seven days before they brought him up, for real

[Outro]
Let it go
Findin' the hidden advantage in an unfortunate circumstance
Usin' pain to take it to the next level
Those the things that turn players into kings