[Intro-Starlito]Man shit fucked up, I got to be patientFucked up, it fucked up manTrakksounds (Trakksounds)I might do anything, If it meant for ya shh[Verse 1-Starlito]I was tryna flip, gon buy me a whipLost it at the dice game, I bet on a 6Nah I'm ready to take something, weapon on hipCause it ain't too many jobs that a felon can getQuit, them excuses, cut the Negative shitThe devil in ya head, and you letting him existRoad to success, you gon be dead in a ditch, or in jail cause a snitch say you be sellin them zipsI'm tryna settle down with this intelligent chickLet her tell me when I'm trippin, and help me get richHang around 10 clowns, knwo who the eleventh one is (You)I'm just tellin you whats real, you ain't got to listenWe can finish this talk when you get out of prisonBut don't you sit there like I don't know how you been feelinLess paper, than patience ready to make a killinI ain't got shit to prove about how I was livinAll the shit I went through war, wounds, and wisdomCourt rooms visit, and my business keep me too busy (Lito)(Lito)Tryna keep my distance from these bitchesWho all of a sudden treat me different now (ahh) I'm getting (ahh)Fuck that, I'm so frustrated to see meThe plug keep pump faking, I been thinking about givingBut what about when that run out?Fuck it, I just need something nowTelling ya that shit get old, ridin around with you gun outNigga you got a son now, and he look just like youAnd if you fuck up, he gon fuck up and b just like youYeah go ahead, clip up, get the biggest riffleGet life, then see if any of you bitches write youDamn, I never looked at it that way beforeWhen you can't even count your blessingThat's when you really brokeWorst time getting arrested, when the stash getting lowFirst time getting this message from a rap nigga thoughI used to trap by the store, right on the run wayDay time dice game, night time gun playTop story evening news twice on the front pageShit I'm alive, and ain't get life, so I can't complainWhy front, I had hunger pains, no lunch for daysStayed in trouble comin of age, duckin a bunch of straysYeah, it ain't no winners in this fuckin gameThe OG's the one to blame, if don't nothing changeIf I know better, and don't tell ya different, I'm ashamedI live that shit, you can fail till you quit, I promise maneIt seem like only thing come on my way is problems, and painI got a plan, and some patience, them commas cameLitoLitoI'm Moving to Houston
