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I’ve been turning up the bottle
Trying to find a way out of the struggle for my patnas
When you come from nothing, they don’t wanna see you prosper
But I know my way ’round rock bottom, nigga I’ll find a way
Couldn’t turn to my bros, Got too much pride
Had to turn to a stove and flip them pies
And it burns in my soul, makes my heart cry
Said it burns in my soul, this my war cry

[Verse 1]
Fuck a mixtape, bitch I gotta find a plug
I’m talking fish bait, bitch I got it out the mud
I hap to flip weight, I was mobbin’ on the low
On a mission to get a key like Super Mario
Had enough of being broke
Like Tyrese, I used to ride the bus with coke
Lil nigga, what you know?
Like i’ma sell blow ’til I blow, I do this shit for real
I can eyeball that white girl like Emmett Till
But like back then, that shit’ll get you killed
And like back then, nigga I’m in the field
Gripping steel, still pulling capers
Until the day I get my freedom papers
You know I’m cut throat, type to wait until you’re sleep
And bring the big mac to your door like Uber Eats
A victim to these streets, I’m a g until I die
I’m wiggin’ on these beasts, Lord I hope you hear my cry — ’cause I’ve been

[Hook]
I’ve been turning up the bottle
Trying to find a way out of the struggle for my patnas
When you come from nothing, they don’t wanna see you prosper
But I know my way ’round rock bottom, nigga I’ll find a way
Couldn’t turn to my bros, Got too much pride
Had to turn to a stove and flip them pies
And it burns in my soul, makes my heart cry
Said it burns in my soul, this my war cry

[Verse 2]
Bro keep the most exotic of flowers
Smoke Keisha like Tasha from Power
Sold diesel for the almighty dollar
You ain’t a crook son
Like trying to get a stripper’S attention, y’all niggas shook ones
Late night missions, you know I took guns
Ridin’ with that k up in my lap
When I make it to your trap, better have your windows boarded up
Or I’ma steal the coke like putting soda in a water cup
Was young as fuck in the telly with the fish scale
Had a flame in my belly like Miss Deb
No iPhone, I had a Nextel
Waiting on my next sale
Kept bales in case I fucked up the stove
Gotta be proactive for all the bumps in the road
10 deep with this trapping, so many stories untold
But no matter what happened you know I stuck to the code — Man I been

[Hook]
I’ve been turning up the bottle
Trying to find a way out of the struggle for my patnas
When you come from nothing, they don’t wanna see you prosper
But I know my way ’round rock bottom, nigga I’ll find a way
Couldn’t turn to my bros, Got too much pride
Had to turn to a stove and flip them pies
And it burns in my soul, makes my heart cry
Said it burns in my soul, this my war cry