| Turn it up, let me hear it |
| Turn it up, let me hear it, Oh DUMB |
| I need it up in my life |
| Every night I get on my knees ask but |
| Heaven ain’t been speaking back (speaking back) |
| I need it up in my life |
| This goes out to every ghetto every project who know losing’s not an option |
| I need it up in my life (yeah) |
| All this money cars and clothes |
| You know I’m balling out control, on you hoes |
| They attempt to label me inhumane |
| I believe in God but not your God |
| Last nigga got outta pocket on the wrong decor got broke off |
| What the fuck is up with these A&Rs |
| Criticizing music they can’t make |
| Poking fun at my struggles I don’t find shit funny |
| I live in places that ain’t safe |
| 2008 I got my leg blown off |
| Any given day could get my head blown off |
| Rest in peace to Tyree Edwards |
| Bullet in his head got his head blown off |
| Tried school was a great kid |
| Academically I excelled in it |
| Grew up poor got teased a lot |
| Cause my school clothes had a smell in 'em |
| Same shirt four weeks straight |
| On the block grinding, got sales in 'em |
| Juvenile detention my case worker said I might be headed for a crash course |
| No father figure role models up in prison all my jump shots hit the back board |
| Head-on collision, not watching while I’m steering |
| No air bag, head hit the dash board |
| Approaching me and wanna shoot the shit |
| But pretend as if they’re here to help Gates |
| Behind my back in front of label heads |
| Saying «Kevin just won’t cooperate» |
| Missed flights, showing up late |
| I live life didn’t rap about it |
| No time to live, my time for them |
| How the fuck I’m gon' rap about it |
| Speak the truth or rap around it |
| And in a wrap around I rapped about it |
| Tragic ending for some family members |
| In heaven sitting wishing I was with them |
| Instead I’m stuck in this hell on earth |
| With pretend friends who think of ways to get me |
| Couple niggas I loaned money |
| Said they got me and never get me |
| Tell a bitch no I’m never guilty |
| Still ain’t got no guilty feeling |
| Always telling me what I should do different |
| But can’t explain why they ain’t winning |
| My own blood just turned against me |
| In disbelief I’m like «not true» |
| Devastated, got caught off guard |
| When I seen the switch I’m like «not you» |