[Intro]
I thought a man was innocent until he's proven guilty
Ain't been no jury to judge me
How long must I pay for the wrong I've done?
I'm a victim of circumstance, you see
[Chorus]
Thirteen with a Sig
I remember out there on the bike I was tryna split a wig
Mama had died, that's when I spazzed, I was lost and just a kid
Everybody ask me, "What's wrong?" But it's just I'm too fucked up in the head
Missin' all my people who dead
PTSD got me scared
Seein' my brothers go like that, man, that shit got to me
So I been stackin' all these chips, tryna feed OG and get her a new property
Everybody 'round me actin' like I owed thеm somethin' like, "What you got for me?"
But thеy ain't have shit when I was just on my dick, nigga, nobody spotted me
[Verse 1]
Not even a dime or a penny
2018, we was just trappin', I got up there and get me any
Now everybody mad at me, I'm selfish and see I got plenty
And I still give back to mines, I know the feelings when your pockets empty
Bought a new watch, no waste of time
Different clocks for different biddies
Down bad, I couldn't wait to shine
Now I wish I was a civilian
Fourteen, I kept the nine
Nigga 'round me was bustin' pistols
In the streets, my mama cryin', worried 'bout my safety
They wanna take me so I was blowin' missles
She know I kept it on me
Big sis told me, "Watch your homies"
Niggas, they got phony so I ride 'round with this gun on my lonely, wishin' a nigga would run up on me
Used to post up on the island like Stoney, 'member the days I was hungry
And real niggas know when starvin', we ate fried baloney
'Cause we ain't have shit in the fridge, it fed the guys, the homies
So we start dealin' to keep fed so we wouldn't get boney
But regardless of a nigga starvin', I stacked and got money
And my bitch get loud like my gun, I got two rachets on me
Yeah, boy, I said, "Rachet"
With a gun I got a lot, it's like that bitch was magic
You wouldn't even know I had it on me by the way I pack it
I'm eatin' cookies while I'm smokin' somethin' from out the packet
But the police come, I put that zip up like I was a jacket
And these niggas bums, ain't got no money, they ain't even in my bracket
While in the slums I only got somethin' for Christmas and taxes
You won't understand what I be sayin' because you niggas had it
Man, you niggas cappin'
You ain't out here with no purpose, boy, you livin' lavish
Niggas say they life a movie 'cause they livin' [?]
I had to adapt and change my ways 'cause I was livin' backwards
In the field I [was like a Packer?]
[Chorus]
Thirteen with a Sig
I remember out there on the bike I was tryna split a wig
Mama had died, that's when I spazzed, I was lost and just a kid
Everybody ask me, "What's wrong?" But it's just I'm too fucked up in the head
Missin' all my people who dead
PTSD got me scared
Seein' my brothers go like that, man, that shit got to me
So I been stackin' all these chips, tryna feed OG and get her a new property
Everybody 'round me actin' like I owed them somethin' like, "What you got for me?"
But they ain't have shit when I was just on my dick, nigga, nobody spotted me
[Verse 2]
Nobody gave me shit
But now I'm up and I do numbers, niggas on my dick
Fuck all of the folks who thought I couldn't, I stopped takin' risks
'Member I used to starve for days so I wasn't takin' shit
Pillsbury, we bakin' shit
And you cut off, you call me, "Slime", fuck all that snaky shit
Free of all my brothers out them cans who fightin' cases and shit
I was just fifteen, I fell in love with a lil' basic bitch
And niggas mad I speak this realer shit, guess I was made for this
Ayy
