I been misguided from birth,
Stuck livin in hell on earth
No father around so tha streetz raised me
Copped some work so tha feens praised me
Livin tha gang life ready to die,
So i keep a loaded gun on my side
Started sellin weed got tired of feelin broke,
So i switched my style up and start slingin coke
Now its like everytime i touch tha bag im gettin paid,
And now eveytime i look at a girl im gettin laid
Sold more snow den tha north pole,
God help me find tha way im a lost soul
Pushin weight to build up my muscle,
Bills and rent to pay so i started to hustle
Livin in poverty comin straight out tha gutta,
Cooked tha coke up and cut it like butta