Verse 1:JBreezy
Growin' up from the streets of The ville
Always swaggin reppin da shit that's real
My auntie & uncle died they introduced bloods
Now I rep the shit cause dey made me a stud
Family comin first that's dey in my heart
With Fresh Money til I die dats where I start
Got a baby mama that I love to death
Got a twin brother he da only blood I got left
My father sold drugs n got caught by a cop
Felt like shit now I wanted 2 give my Glock a pop
Three sisters that I always fear about
Cause if the boys fuck with them ill murder 'em out
Pac, n Bone Thugs is all I listen to
Cause I want all this fake shit 2 be through
Got homies all around the ville cause dey my life
If some one in my crew dead, u gettin' shanked wid a knife
All I do now is sit back n write
N make all the fake n***as being scared in fright
My shit be flowin cuz I want everyone 2 c my good
& tell a story bout me growing up in the hood
Cause F.M.E does nun but make me smile
Cause I know I'll b with them n***as 4 a while

Hook:JBreezy
Uh, Growin' Up My Life, Was Crazy
But Now I'm Grown up, Listenin' To Wayne, But Fuck Shady
N***as Won't Get Up To Make a Record, Them Bitches Lazy
I'm Making Money For J, But Soon The N***a Gotta Pay Me
Ha!
Verse 2: Lil JJ
Yeah, Hip-Hop is In The Palm Of My Glock Hand
It's Crazy I Can Eat a chick out, While she do a Hand Stand
& fuck All Night, Is The Term Of FAN
Go To The Money Ocean, Everything Money, Including The Sand
Uh, It's Like This Record, Right Here, On Some Killin' Shit
& Of This Shit, We Makin' Billions Bitch
Yeah, We Bringin' Back The Real Hip-Hop Flow
Soon As Pac Left, Where Did Hip-Hop Go
& When Wayne Leave, They Gon' Say Where Did Hip-Hop go?
When Gucci Started Rapper, Hip-Hop gets Slow
Yeah, I Can't Picture You Rapping Good, Try A Different Pose
I Can devour That Pussy, Like a Couple Crows

Hook:JBreezy