I'm uh C-section boy, split straight out the gut/ The doctor smacked me on the ass cuz I called his bluff/ Didn't cry, he smacked me harder, and that shit made me rough/ Didn't start to feel the pain til uh nigga grew up/ My daddy got locked up, chained, shackled, and kuffed/ Didn't have uh father figure so I had to be tough/ Mama knew about mo drugs than Scruff McGruff/ Use to snort that coke, and the dope she puffed/ The po's kicked in our door, and they took the stuff/Moved in wit my aunt and she had enough/she laid down that rule / Even though I was sellin', I still had to go to school/ On the block stackin' papers, everyday/ And in school, Mr. Star Roll, makin' straight A's/ When I hit 7th grade, that damn trait kicked in/ It was from my popps, while he was still in the 'Pen'/ This boy was talkin' mad shit, like he was King of the World/ I shut his mouth, took his coat and swiped his girl/

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