you got the attention of all the fellaz so the chickens are jealous
they at ya toes when it rains tryna hold ya unbrella
tryna be the new me in town all the niggaz wanna get down
when they gettin no paly they find you on there bad side
the callin you bitch now
Sophomore year two years to go
all you tryna do is get ya money and make dough
got a part-time job and the man callin ya bluff
always out to cheat us as if if our love at enuff
On top of that Problems in the Home Daddy dearest tured abusive
he got ya mom scared thoughts of of skippin out are useless
how can you get the grades if u cant focus
sixteen and gettin hit this drunk nigga think he Joseph
givin you black eyes so in school you wearin glasses
friends ask wut happened but best believe behing ya back they laughin
You show no worry but the pain dont hide
Babygurl wipe ya eyes I'm here so dont cry

Eternal fire to you tellin lies tellin me i wuz safe
Icant take it no longer father open the gate
I've seen all I can take from child killings to rape
My hearts lyrics slip through ya spirit,body,and soul
makin you feel the way I felt when these rhymes wuz wrote
my antidote a little weed smoke,time,and thought
makin me come up wit that raw shit workin ya heart
I know you ya feel me cuz wut im sayin is true
now would I lie to bout my life and wut I've been through
tell me have u ever lost a best friend to drugs and gats
had to tell his mother knowin shed have an attack
Sorry lady but ya son and I were runnin the block
went in the wrong neighborhood crossin our knots
Actin foolish when we should have been home in the bed
restin instead homie took to to the head
He never made it
I went hot summers and cold winters wit no dinner
and a freezer full of ice aint nuthin nice
I never had green so when I did get it
I had to work and run wit it have fun wit it
high speeds and seven-fourties niggaz starin hard
many battle and war stories bitches love my scars
they do care though cuz i get paid plus I'm from the Yard
town to town gettin down thats how we do it baby
undercovers we wearin rubbers cuz catchin A.I.D.S is crazy
I do the unbelievable and talk the sweetest game
and I see more dough that Snipes on the money train
me being broke is the funniest joke
its like a nigga tellin me I stole the song he wrote
I aint tryna get caught up in the madness life is good
Itz Da Tru Cashmoney follow me outta the hood

Its a personal song to me but tell me an honest opinion of wut u think of it