Misunderstood

Pipe that shit up TNT
D. Major, baby

Told 'em I'm the greatest, won't be long until its proven
Life been rough from the start, tired of losing
They slept on me, but they ain't peep how I was moving
Now I'm headed to the top, steady grooving
All this fake love, so confusing
Still on gang, bitch, no conclusion
My heart been hurt, now how my gang cut away
True to my brothers, rep that gang everyday
I was stressing in that cell, I remember when they locked me up
Gripped up no pocket bluff, just tryna get my pockets up
Tryna flip my new pack, on the block they nice, they copping up
Careful in that field, ain't no telling when they popping up
Glock told me whole lots of stuff
Know my chain, know my watch is tucked
My Glock is tucked, move like you a threat bet broski popped you up
I know he would, everybody riding, so, I know we good
Trencherous, we stay to ourselves, we a lonely hood
Deady off the Zaza, O' full of GG
I be smoking new gas, careful, that's a PD
Everything for easy, all the money speedy
Bags coming in, I send 'em out, 'cause I ain't greedy
If we ain't talking money, then I'm blinder than Stevie
The checks coming in, I'm settled for good
Mind fucked, really trencherous and misunderstood
Shit ain't been going too different then I pictured it would

I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so misunderstood
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so misunderstood
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so misunderstood
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so misunderstood
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so misunderstood

I say "Speak it to the youth" 'cause I grew up just like them
Hope these lyrics could be the helping hand I extend
That's why I don't really flex a lot, or talk 'bout what I spend
Humble nigga, I'm a trench kid, never gon' pretend
From the bottom, so we kept a pole, rose it to defend
I was stuck, really locked up, I'll do that again
For the guys, hurt my soul that day I see my mama cry
I was locked up in that prison, D.A. tryna give me five
Know them feelings when your eyes hurt, you don't wanna cry
Stressin 'cause my brother dead and I ain't tell him bye
Ma' said "Tjay, you a superstar", still hard to accept
Still in tune with them trenches, that shit'll have a nigga stressed
Steady chasing them checks, I just earn and invest
'Stead of watching another man wait your turn and progress
I don't know, I'm just different, but you ain't gotta listen
I'm on the road to riches and I don't see competition it's understood

I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so misunderstood
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so misunderstood
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so misunderstood
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so misunderstood
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so misunderstood