Superstar - Painting Pictures

2 am, the night still young
you live by the gun, you gon' die by the gun
ain't no handouts for nobody
when i ain't had shit, they ain't offer me nothin'
when i'm quiet, i be thinking 'bout killings
a lot of niggas bitch-made, stay in they feelings
saving these hoes, this shit here pitiful
all these lil' bitty bitches my chillens, ooh
and mama, don't worry
you raised a gangster, i'm a survivor
it hurt me
not being able to give you what you want since i was a toddler
shout out to my pops for all the free game
everything you ever told me, it stuck in my brain
real og status and like to make a change
shedded tears writin' this, seen so much pain