Growning up wasn't so tough til papa had enough, shit got rough!
mama dipped out, wasn't a pretty sight, lonley son living life, conflicts with pap's cousing fights
everyday got worse, i pray for the sun go down,
night time work was my way of being found.
homies was there for me, and wise versa on that,
old fashion shit, there was no gats, mothafucka don't know how to act we scrap.
that weapon is punk pussy shit, you pull a trigga but dare you to push me bitch
there aint no might i'm hit you, scratch bite fight like a pitbull
i'm drawling blood, but you gone live to remember me
still much love we both thug won't chance til the end of me
my enemies brought it upon they self, see i cause no drama
hatting bitchz risk my health, you'd do the same for the wealth.
city life was full of suprises, birth, suffer, and death
we all see it all, baptisum and bless hope for the best
why stress when you can breath and think so easy
heart beatin fast believe me, do what ever to feed me
finding it hard to trust so much betrail and anger
trials, tribulations, court martials, my destinies danger
no stranger to being broke, broke as a joke
you'd probably laugh, bet i bet you on the same tight rope
its all real though, smoke in yo mouth recycle exhale through yo nose, temper rose slow
fuck it theres to much to make, half ass break, bake a cake, snort it, sport it and take fake til you shiver and shake its over