A hard childhood, reflects in the face the n***as
My father figure abandoning me
And got replaced by triggers
Think of the county checks and projects
I grab the chrome
Cause somebody told me
"God bless the child that got his own"
Im looking for missions to get mine far from cockin steel
Im riskin penitentiary time to keep my pockets filled
Police on my line for all of the weapons I conceal
Realisin momma didn't raise me up to rob or kill
So how does it feel to live your life where the grass is greener
And never have to walk with uncle shotty and aunt nina
Knowing you'll probably die before your 21 or older
And mobbin with the weight of the world on your young shoulders
The more of my homies die the more of my heart'll turn colder
Thats why n***as dont give a fuck to bang or slang boulders
My soldiers are dyin, My peoples are catchin slugs
I hide my pain behind mad dogs and mean mugs
And still nobody understands me