Fresh up out of jail
To the streets to the booth
Only Lord knows all the %#@! I've been through

Fighting every day, I ain't tryna to be here
Got enough to change the life
So I remember what I did

Can't ever save my cross can only hold what I sorrow
I'm living for today so ain't no time for tomorrow
Doors open up, feel the pain in my glory

This ain't no 'nother rap song
This a real ^!$$% story


Let me tell you I'm back to the spot on the dealin
Where everybody hussle hard 24/7
Before I was Moses, before I was rappin'

Just another bad $$# kid really really trappin
Mama kicked me out she didn't like how I was living
It's just me and my (*##$ and my (*##$ ain't real neither

But that's another story, focus on the realest turn to into now
Real ^!$$%s gotta feel this
Daddy was in jail had the yale for the ale

My homies at the block but you can always get the pill
Uncle not around, case still in jail
But ^!$$%s can't judge me I'm living how I feel

Frank you really grinding you said he got a plan
He said he got a chy town ^!$$%s tryin' to expand
I only got 5, he said he got 10

They only want green, I told 'em low the van
Red said $#&@ it put this money in pie
Frankie got a plane ticket then we shift it off the block

That was old too, this %#@! don't stop
But Frankie touch down swear he had it on lock
Frankie got caught, and chy don't play

Taught my ^!$$% up the hoes showed em where he stay
Trick a hundred racks they send 'em on his way
Tied the (*##$es up and poured some gas on his face

Damn I was stuck, really on my cash
And then I got the news that I might be a dad
A ^!$$% $#&@ed up, I'm living on my last

The stress that we on he got a house we can pass
Me and puzz beacon so I didn't see my brother
Only in the hood tell my mama %#@! ,I love her

Hit my first house, we ballin' we be back
It was me and Boo crew and my ^!$$% little yack
Breaking into houses, some ^!$$%s call it flocking

White on white lex, them hoes think we poppin'
On in the club, blowing money fast
The second time I passed baby stress bought a jag

Whole team on, murder M Coupe
Baby act ride, bluzzing chris moving
Had a real movement, ^!$$%s on them deuces

Family over bull%#@! the streets gotta salute us
Salute how we came at the $#&@ the streets up
We all blow money we don't really give a $#&@

Headed up the highway tryin' to get clear
Hit 5 ounces I went to jail for 10
The bail said 15, but really it was jail

All the way up pay 500 grand
Damn we were stuck, where the $#&@ the cash at
Just set 26 years I had to laugh at

Out of my luck, who the $#&@ to hit
Angelo was gone, probably sucking dick
Mama had a lawyer, brother came up

The only ones accord every day I'm chained up
Did 2 years straight frighten on my case
Just get me 4, trick the deal I ain't racist

4 years passed, $#&@in %#@! I'm back
Swear to God I'm living, ye
I'm back