I Can’t

[Intro]
Like, I been hearing niggas speaking on my name, like
All that he say, she say shit, like, I don't know what the fuck goin' on

[Chorus]
I heard them niggas want them problems, I'm not really worried
They want me to join my partners in a cemetery (At all)
Hearing gossip, niggas plotting on my obituary (What the fuck?)
They don't know we got them choppers like the military
I can't let a nigga take my soul (Soul)
I can't let a nigga take my role
You gon' have to rearrange my face, I hustled hard for this
I see niggas coming for my safe, it ain't no robbing this
I'm from the jungle, bitch, whеre it get real cold (Cold)
That's on my mama, bitch, wе live by the code
I know that I wasn't supposed to make it, I thank God for this
Shout out to my niggas that's in prison behind bars for this

[Verse 1]
This afternoon, we gon' make the news break
Pull up, let that tool quake, bust him and his schoolmates
Bitch, we went to school late, die behind that blue face
Strapped up with two Dracs, shoot it out like 2K
I been up for two days, ain't changed clothes since Tuesday
Wait a minute, let me put this shit into perspective
No exaggeration, been a felon since eleven
Ain't never fucked with 12, at thirteen, I was steppin'
At fourteen, that's when I seen my mama get addicted
I had dropped out of school, she kinda needed assistance
At fifteen, I came home from juvenile detention
My uncle gave me a gun, I put that bitch in my britches

[Chorus]
I heard them niggas want them problems, I'm not really worried
They want me to join my partners in a cemetery (At all)
Hearing gossip, niggas plotting on my obituary (What the fuck?)
They don't know we got them choppers like the military
I can't let a nigga take my soul (Soul)
I can't let a nigga take my role
You gon' have to rearrange my face, I hustled hard for this
I see niggas coming for my safe, it ain't no robbing this
I'm from the jungle, bitch, where it get real cold (Cold)
That's on my mama, bitch, we live by the code
I know that I wasn't supposed to make it, I thank God for this
Shout out to my niggas that's in prison behind bars for this

[Verse 2]
My nigga went to trial, I told him keep his head up
Didn't want me to see him crying, he just threw an L up
Ain't no doors on the Jeep, we hop out like a mail truck
And we really in the streets, ain't nothing you can sell us
Hit my cell, pull up at the Shell and get your sales up
Bitch, I'm fly Crippin' for Nipsey, I got them Crip niggas with me
Hoover and Rollin' 60, bitch, you better not go against me
Look, niggas steady watching me 'cause they bitch on top of me
But you know how I'm rocking, baby, chopper in my boxer briefs
Bitch, I'm from the bottom where we had to find a spot to sleep
Every night I pray to God I get to make it out the streets
Every night I pray to God I get to make it out the streets

[Chorus]
I heard them niggas want them problems, I'm not really worried
They want me to join my partners in a cemetery (At all)
Hearing gossip, niggas plotting on my obituary (What the fuck?)
They don't know we got them choppers like the military
I can't let a nigga take my soul (Soul)
I can't let a nigga take my role
You gon' have to rearrange my face, I hustled hard for this
I see niggas coming for my safe, it ain't no robbing this