Intro (Explicit) - PnB Rock Lyrics by：Rakim Allen Composed by：Rakim Allen Arranged by：Chris Roca I grew up without my dad 'Cause he got killed by my brother's mom Word on the street is that she stabbed him a couple times Found out that he had another girl pregnant Tryna let it go but but her pop wouldn't let it Thots saying murder so she picked up a weapon Knife to the chest now there's no more Fredrick d**n Was too young to even be sad though Everything was all cool 'cause I had more He was more than an uncle he was more like a brother Matter of fact he was more like my dad though Took part of my soul when they killed him Seven twelve oh-seven **** got real One shot to the chest can't be real To this day man y'all don't know how I feel Still wanna call your phone But I know that you won't answer I feel all alone Streets raised me mom did what she could Tryna raise five bad boys in the hood By the age of thirteen nigga I was smoking w**d Got my hands on a gun same day I caught a jug Kicked out the crib mom's tired of the cops knocking Dropped out of high school said **** college Just a young nigga out here with no guidance Skinny nigga that was never scared of nobody I caught a juvenile case yeah they sat me down Couple months in Arizona now I'm back around **** no no lessons learned I came home thinkin' it's my turn On probation still catching cases Still smoking w**d now I'm on the run While later man I ran into some money Lord knows couldn't tell me nothin' I'm for real when they copped ? No jewelry me and mean we was stuntin' But you know that ain't last long Like I said I was on the run Nigga caught another case and they sent me upstate Hard time wasn't nothin' fun Whole time I was up there snappin' No friends no fam what happened No mail no texts got a nigga catchin' wreck in the mountains I was up there stressin' Writin' songs made time go by 'Till my celly said rock you hot I'm for real you can probably get a deal Matter fact let's take it to the yard outside I spit a verse and sung a hook and they said bring it back Young boy you got that work you really in your bag Came home and I'm ******* up the game now Niggas mad 'cause I rap and sing now Hell yeah I done made my own lane now Watch this R and B **** be flames now Flame now Flame now Flame now Watch this R and B **** be flames now Flame now Flame now Flame now