Boy was a hustla, on the streets ever since he could stand
Sellin dope and fuck just gettin money anyway that he can
Cooked crack late at night to help pay the rent for his mom
She was sick too, crazy to think her whole life's in his palm
Out early in the morning, home just before she wakes up
To keep her alive through the day and put coffee in her cup
Over time he came up, his name known through the hood
His empire was building, life just starting to look good
But for every buck there's a hater hopin for your destruction
Willing to hurt you in any way, even destroy ya loved ones
And that's exactly how it was, soon as the kid left home
Niggas was in the back waitin to overtake his throne
Lookin for his stash or whatever, found nothing but medicine
Couple tanks of oxygen and his mom in the bed he left her in
And yes these niggas is heartless, let finger and trigger meet
And left a 70 year old woman soaked in blood through her sheets
Excited they found his money, forgot about their dirty deeds
And barely got out before the kid pulled out his keys
He turned the lock,opened the door and knew something was wrong
The house felt colder and the lights wouldn't turn on
All he could do was start crying as soon as he turned the corner
To see his mom drippin blood all over the floorboards
Leaned over her body sobbin, felt his own life was over
The tears wouldnt stop droppin, the room kept gettin colder
The tears of a soldier is a sad sight to be witness to
Cuz you could hate the same nigga and yet the pain still gets to you

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