Craig Xen Martyr Lyrics

[Intro]
Last month I was sleeping on that dirty ass floor, in South Central
Now I'm doing shows and they, sending me clothes
Aye, say wassup, aye
Say wassup, aye
Say wassup, aye, aye, aye

[Hook]
Last month I was sleeping on that dirty ass floor, in South Central
Now I'm doing shows and they, sending me clothes
I don't know, no nigga shit bitch (don't say, don't say!)
Ain't no handouts came in or out of this (ok, ok!)

[Verse]
I'm hustling, hustling for my seat
See it's way deeper than what you see when you meet me
But your mind was too feeble to read
Follow my lead and believe
I risked my life to succeed
Sacrificed mine for Chloe's
I'm just a fuck up at least
I could blow up so she eats
Better,and sleeps better at night
Xen ready to die
You feel the pain when I write
You feel the pain when I reign
Over y'all niggas and I embarrass them
Cherishing every day
Wake up and I get to praying
Without them I wouldn't wake
So let them know that I'm thankful
Gamd the angels must be strapped up and riding for Lil Xen
'Cause all of my other family is dead or in and out the pen, ay

[Hook]
Sleeping on that dirty ass floor, in South Central
Now I'm doing shows and they, sending me clothes, ay
I don't know, no nigga shit bitch
Ain't no handouts came in or out of this

[Outro]
Sleeping on that dirty ass floor, in South Central
Now I'm doing shows and they, sending me clothes, aye
Shout out to my young nigga Brady, ay
Say wassup, 'cause you fuck niggas can't fuck with me aye
Dirty ass floor, in South Central
Now I'm doing shows and they, sending me clothes, aye
Shout out to my young nigga Brady
Aye, without him I would been in prison