[Verse One: Sho]
My boy lived the fast life, jacking and slanging crack
At thirteen he went to jail for assault with a bat
A young brother, trying to come up on the cuts
He never had a dime so he never gave a
His mom's broke her back working at the store
His Dad grew weed and sold his cess out the back door
So where the hell's his hero?
You see his soul was cold all he knew was gold chains and elbows
He [?] dope, he couldn't get it
He wasn't wit it, the Dope man's head he had to split it
He came up quick, he stoled six
He got him a crew and put his boys in the dope mix
Now he's running he's hood like he said he would
It's understood that, my boys living real good
His face [?] he had a peach fuzz
And everywhere he went people knew who the hell he was
I guess it kind of went to his [?]
Thought he was Tony Montana, he started having people killed
And in the game it was the same thang
Started shortening his customers, my boy had straight change
Never took the time to look around
Ganking his homeboys soldiers who were then [?]
I guess the kid just never found
What goes up, must also come down
And think about tomorrow, he never bothered
He always said he wasn't promised to live any farther
He could be here today
And gone tomorrow