(feat. Z-Ro)

[Verse 1]

When I was in the sixth grade, these ^!$$%s was (*##$ made
They was thinking science, I was thinking get paid
I always kept a plan to get doe

Like selling the same %#@! I use to steal from outta stop-n-go
I use to run a paper route
But that ain't pay me enough, I was still on the bus

My momma would always tell me don't you rush to get old
But rarely did I listen to the %#@! I was told
I was a ghetto boy long before the rap group existed

I use to take my lunch money and pitch it
I stayed on suspension, I ain't $#&@in' with school
Truant officers be chasin' me, I'd give 'em the blues

Hit the pipes off of Roomer just to pass the time
Shoot the %#@! and walk to Shamrock, stole me a wine
Get smashed and hit the bus stop when school let out

Get off at tina house and bust that cot
Walk up outta Ridgemont smelling like fish in my pocket
Then back to the southside walking home from Watkins

I stopped to see the homies off of Huckala street
All you game in the front yard bumpin' this beat


[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Ever since I could remember I been on my grind,
All the time

Nothing but paper and #~!!@ and the finer things on my mind
I had to Shine
By any means necessary I had to go out and get it

And come back wit it, thug life I was wit it
My balls and my word told a ^!$$% that the world was mine
That's why I stay on the grind


[Verse 2]
I remember when the dope game started up, serving the hypes

I was seeing more doe than I ever seen in my life
I was rocking up eightballs and knowing the shake
Kept a thousand in my pocket, twenty more in the safe

I had my grandmother guessing how I got that %#@!
'Cause every other day I had to buy new kicks
Older cats steppin' to me as if I was the man

Getting telephone calls from my uncle's friends
I'm sixteen years old, with game so throwed
I was parking ^!$$%s frontin' me and $#&@ing they hoes

Eventually I moved out, rented a house
I'm stretching the dope, cuttin' seventeen from an ounce
We cop ya pots fulla spray, I'm moving big weight

But that was back in the days, nobody thought about a dope case
It's all mapped out, get in get out
They giving mutha $#&@as ten years for each rock

It's $#&@ed ain't it, but I'm lookin' at the picture they done painted
They hanging all these ^!$$%s who's careers was dope gamin'
The crack epidemic had you locked if you was in it

And even if you stepped out with bread you couldn't spend it
In the beginning ^!$$%s had they whole hoods flooded
Wit that Antonio Montana disease like "$#&@ it"

And drug wars just another day in the life
You $#&@ed over me, I $#&@ed you, done gave me the right


[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I'm up and down I-10, with a car full of hens
Finta check my ends, finta get this Benz
Stopped short of my drop spot by red lights flashing

I'm dirty, and if he wants to search I'ma blast him
I roll the windows down so I can show him my hands
Wouldn't you know, the cop done pulled me over my man

I got a brand new plan take this %#@! to the line
Stop an Sony's and give it back I'll give you a dime
With ten thousand you can go to work for a week

Take some time off to think, I'll even throw in a key
He stopped at the mo', I gave him the doe
Checked in my room then whooped out the scale and the blow

There's a knock at the door, I grabbed the four-four
It was the homeboy who set me up down on the floor

[Chorus]