[Chorus: 2X]
If you a thug my ^!$$% be a thug
if you sell drugs my ^!$$% then sell drugs

if you gonna rap about it be trill about it
and don't say %#@! if you can't BE REAL about it


[Verse 1]
Comin up as a child all I seen was hell
My momma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail

I came robbin and kickin in doors then went from a half to sellin 10 o's
But ya see shorty, My mom was a G
she made it real easy for my sista and me

She did what she had to do, and got out the damn crowd like a ^!$$% would do
Talkin about pimpin, o she did that too
I got robbed and this old ^!$$% took all my loot

And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones thats why I think my heart is so cold
I gives a $#&@ about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors

(shorty) and cakin these hoes
Ima pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes


[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A ^!$$% thinkin bout change contemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a ^!$$%

and the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
!#)*in ^!$$%z up on the daily if they didn't pay me
^!$$%z pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazy

Young ^!$$% went to school just to sell some dope
A lil crazy $$# ^!$$% wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially

momma swung on a ^!$$%, I stabbed the (*##$ in her head (^!$$%)
I dun scratch my head unless it itches
an I dun smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin (*##$es

^!$$% we was bred to die, don't be askin me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold cuz ^!$$%z sprayin wit fire
All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen

Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol

[Verse 3: Bohagen]

You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole, mind body and soul
And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes
Waitin for the trash collector

Follow me mind selector to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar

I heard him holla a sound that I cant forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said %#@!
And to this day momma thought I was up at the park

while she was at the church praising the lord
I made through amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying cuz I made it by the grace of the god

I'm proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the other hand 9
dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine

Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine

[Chorus - 2X]