My Point

[Intro]
(Ayy, Hoops)
(Why you goin' up, Reon?)
Feed the streets, that's what I'm tryna do, uh
I know my point, but what you tryna prove?

[Chorus]
Look, feed the streets, that's what I'm tryna do, ayy
I know my point, but what you tryna prove?
Tryna go to war with me, just know you down to lose
'Cause if my dog gon' ride, just know I'm gon' be down for it too
Don't try me, boy, I'm ridin' with it, know we stay outside with it
40 or the 9, nigga, blow your fuckin' mind, nigga
Don't care who done it, I did it
Don't care who real, I'm realer
My soldiers stand in line with it
Some soldiers doin' time for it

[Verse 1]
They tryna ruin my image, I wonder why?
I'm not a bad guy, I'm just a good person
Hah, I know you see me tryin', I know you see me workin'
Don't judge me by my cover, because nobody's perfect
I'm young and I'm still learnin'
Everything I got, I earned it
How did they count me out? They know that I deserve it
My style to lay these verses
But they don't hear me, though
Nah, they don't feel me, though
A lil', not really, though
I bet I'll be a star if they come kill me, though
But that's not happenin', so please don't think you know
I know you wishin', though, don't owe nobody nothin'
Just know my palm be itchin', I feel a Rollie comin'
You stay there, you know we comin'
Clap, clap, pow-pow
Shots fired, man down
Sirens comin', ran out
Was a little boy at first, turned into a man now
Realized I got two feet and I said fuck a handout
I was in the jam eatin' peanut butter jam outs
What you know about goin' in the washroom for a bangout?
I know your heart would be racin', times be tough, you gotta face it
I swear to God I gotta make it
That risk was sweet, I had to take it

[Verse 2]
If you got a bridge, please don't break it
I mean please don't burn it
I'm still learnin'
Know you heard me earlier
Tryna ride the wave, but you not a surfer
Like I'm outer space, this switch up got me trippin' over
Flip him over, Timmy Turner
Know an opp who flip a burger
Literally, he flip a burger
Niggas ain't on shit, they Gerber
I just spent fifteen on Burberry
Even though it's summertime, gotta get that summer grind
Ballin' like I'm number nine
Still keep them heaters, stay on my feet-a
Don't ask for features, don't do a remix
Lil' bro happy that I'm home, he told me that he need me
I told him that we need it, did this 'cause the streets need it, gang

[Chorus]
Look, feed the streets, that's what I'm tryna do, ayy
I know my point, but what you tryna prove?
Tryna go to war with me, just know you down to lose
'Cause if my dog gon' ride, just know I'm gon' be down for it too
Don't try me, boy, I'm ridin' with it, know we stay outside with it
40 or the 9, nigga, blow your fuckin' mind, nigga
Don't care who done it, I did it
Don't care who real, I'm realer
My soldiers stand in line with it
Some soldiers doin' time for it