(Intro)
Living proof my ^!$$%
Yea

Yea
Kurupt
It's Youngin, this real rap

Trap, trap, trap
Look, I remember waitin on the 1st and 15th for some food stamps
And if you didn't had J's went in the cool camp

Me and Murda went to Graystood Elementary
We was thuggin young, bangin on our enemies
Granny raised me ^!$$% but I took care of myself

Way back when I had to hug my father through a cell
And I respect for tryna feed a ^!$$%
But it wasn't easy growin up without no father figure

But I love him, when he came home I jumped into his arms
And I hugged him, and some tears fell down
He asked what's wrong and I said nothing

I still remember my granny telling me Yungin get the dough
When I opened it was my father standing there with some locals
Haha, with a Jerry curl

One of the best days of my life ^!$$%
Yea, uh, look
And I ain't never been that ^!$$% on that tough act

It's NY City, any ^!$$% can get busted
And nowadays the OG's don't get respect no mo
Young ^!$$% strapped up, won't hesitate to let him blow

^!$$%s got a problem with you, they won't even let you know
Be all up in yo face ^!$$%
Real one to poke a hoe

Yea, so if you hatin on a ^!$$%
There's something I have to let you know ^!$$%
Look

(Hook)
Even though you hatin on a ^!$$%
I be wishin for the best for you ^!$$%

I am no hater, I ain't hatin on no ^!$$%
So I just pray for you hatin $$# ^!$$%s
Nah, it's consensual with elephants and monesters

I'm smashin through the hood with all my little youngsters
My big homie, taught me bout the way of life
Heavy back accounts and now slide it twice

When my mama passed, my life crashed
Head on collision and then my mind collapsed
I'm thinking bout coca sacks, Cadillacs

Quarter sacks, doin about 100 racks
I told er mama look, one day I'll get it
I got the hood behind me mama and they all with it

Yall ^!$$%s gimmicks, I'm livin proof
See I really lived it, in and out the booth
I'm bout to get this can ^!$$% out the business

I love all my hoes, can't live without the (*##$es
And yea them still
No matter what and how I feel

Money motivation, get it close and bang the pavement
The party crazy, gang affiliates about to some chasin
Money boys love the hood, bless the natures and the Matrix

I could make you hate the way you take it 'cause you ^!$$%s fake it
Yea, you ^!$$%s fake it
And a ^!$$% like me, I can't take it

My thought process, I am thoughtless
And it's like time, I'm living thoughtless
All these years that I've fought stress

To get me this note and this sport tress
Whirlpool go tacks
(*##$ ^!$$%, (*##$ ^!$$%

(Hook)
Even though you hatin on a ^!$$%
I be wishin for the best for you ^!$$%

I am no hater, I ain't hatin on no ^!$$%
So I just pray for you hatin $$# ^!$$%s