[Hook: 2X]
If you a thug my n***a be a thug
If you sell d** my n***a then sell d**
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And dont say sh** if you can't BE REAL about it
[Lil Scrappy]
Comin up as a child all I seen was Hell
Momma stepped, Daddy sold yay, stayed in and out of jail
I came robbin and kickin in doors
Then went from a half to sellin ten 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 go on the damn grind like a n***a would do
Talkin about pimpin, o she did that too
I got robbed because a old n***a took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old goin on 13, which made me bold
That's why I thank my heart is so cold
I gives a f** about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grillin wit gold
Replacin yo does (shawty), and cakin these hoes
(shorty) and cakin these hoes
I'mma pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes
[Hook]
[Lil Scrappy]
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A n***a thankin 'bout change contemplatin my d**h
Feel my pain as it rains all over a n***a
And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
f**in n***as up on the daily if they didn't pay me
n***as pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young n***a went to school just to sell some dope
A lil crazy a** n***a wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially
Momma swung on a n***a, I stabbed a b**h in the head
I don't scratch my head unless it itches
And I don't smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin b**hes
n***as, we was bred to die, don't be askin me why
I'll rather hustle in the cold cause n***as prayin wit fire
All the childhood issues when the Devil's out to get ya
Got my mind on my gun and I shall pull pistol
[Verse 3: Bohagen]
(Bohagen) You see the streets, they'll swallow you whole
Your mind, body, and soul
And leave you in a ditch, cold, wit no shoes and clothes
Be waitin for the trash collector
Follow me now selector to the ghetto sector
They'll k** 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 can't forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said sh**
And to this day, Momma thought I was up at the park
While she was at the church praising the lord
I made it through amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying, because I made it by the graces of God
A product of hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one, the other hard iron
Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine
[Hook] - 2X