Fans and Bots

Staring at the pictures from the past Wonder how long these issues gon' last Ridin' with the pistol and the grass Trying to keep my mental out the trash Watch me triple up my net worth Grind since I was little off the riddles Can you tell me what my respect worth Remember life was simple Now all of my regrets worse Ain't shed too many tears since my pop passed Riding all year with the glock and grass Moving risky in a rat race You still gon' be with me on them bad days Can't knock me out my vibe or my latitude She hit my line want to know the after move Ride with diesel and the flame On the instrumentals feel my pain Feel I got no equal on the stage I can't let my people die in vain Walking on the edge with the mic in my hand Can't stop 'til a slice in my hand Rather have a fan over a bot Riding with my friends just the grams and the glock Damn I went and done it again I can't stop Are you doing all you can to reach the top Yeah I know a nigga hot Acting like we cool kick rocks Rather have a fan over a bot Riding with my friends just the grams and the glock Are you doing all you can to reach the top Damn I went and done it again I can't stop Yeah I know a nigga hot Acting like we cool kick rocks Rather have a fan over a bot Getting money stash in my sock Are you doing all you can to reach the top Acting like we cool kick rocks I went and done it again I can't stop Riding with my friends just the grams and the glock