UNDEFEATED

(album: MAD - 2023)

Nigga, I'm undefeated, streets ain't beat me, the police neither
I ain't got no sympathy for nobody ignoring what I'm teaching
I ain't no motherfucking preacher, I'm more comfortable with demons
I spent whole weeks in the beater, stinking out here, I ain't leaving
Call my baby like, "I need you, bag a ball up, all them pieces"
Lethal injection by the needle, I ain't force nothing on my people
And they ain't force it on me neither, we both addicts, so we equals
And I feel 'em, addicted to some shit that might just kill 'em
Fuck permission or forgiveness, this my hand, I ain't the dealer
Tryna teach my lil' one focus, 'cause it's easy to forget the mission
And the difference is in love and loyalty ain't commitment
And to give it if you getting it, 'cause it's rare when you start winning

When you a real street nigga, barely smile in pictures
Dog life living, going all out to get it
You a shooting star wisher, all night spinner
On permission, sitting in the trenches, tryna get richer
You in the trenches tryna get richer
Foreign car whipper, in the trenches tryna get richer
Shooting star wisher, in the trenches tryna get richer
All night sitting in the trenches, tryna get richer, yeah

It's overstood not to sleep till it's good
Even then, it ain't great as it should
You helped me shake off these drugs
My nigga, it was what it was
But I'm done venting, finish, the streets ain't got no love
High solo in my truck, tryna pass Red the blunt
Watch him walk up on me staring, slowly reach for my gun
Too big to go like Pun
I'ma land one in the lung or on a neck or a tongue
Just 'cause I can't lose, gotta keep em' clean, go to school in my play shoes
"You welcome's" but no "Thank you's"
Got me thinking like, "Thank who?"
Most that shit was fake, but I do thank God for his grace
And making me starve, so I ate by the time they overfilled my plate
Even Pluto said I'm great, he wanna help me change my fate
Took a monster out on tour just for the world to know my face
Fifty-six nights straight, I go in beast mode for that paper
This a reservation for rank, it's a marathon and a race
Only real niggas relate and you ain't one if you can't

When you a real street nigga, barely smile in pictures
Dog life living, going all out to get it
You a shooting star wisher, all night spinner
On permission, sitting in the trenches, tryna get richer
You in the trenches tryna get richer
Foreign car whipper, in the trenches tryna get richer
Shooting star wisher, in the trenches tryna get richer