GMY Ville was born 1993 by a G his moma was a stripper And his daddy was a drug dealer He rob his plug just to get back on his feet he used a dirty pistol because He knew he was a thug ni**a He hold that rod by his chest at night He swear to God He don’t get no rest at night He be stressed at night The glock was shooting like a tech that night Yeah He could have used a vest that night but He was blessed that night But He got to stay on ten toes cause Niggas Creep even his Ken folk He learned his lesson nigga tenfoe Poverty keep starving him feel like it took a part of him but He can’t let that shit bother him mama raised them all on her own daddy cought time she stop picking up the phone He can’t believe they killed his cousin Josh Man he Gone Protect him from the street cuz help him live long Forreal It’s hard to fukn rap when he in the trap its hard to hit the clubhouse s if he robed the plugs His face so fukn dirty like it fell in mud he trying to give it up but it’s in his blood what you know about not hearing your name When it’s mail call What you know About sugar coating your pain on a jail call What you know about standing in the rain trying to sell raw Can’t go back in the house until he get that shit all off Shawn got to sons James got 4 daughters Ville was at that corner store asking for 4 quarters 14 years old redup up on his first quarter Now He bussing down Pax coming straight from the Border For real this shit so deep he fell off in dat water it was 4ft He from North Florida where it’s so creep Where Niggas claim that they are gangster but they the police