[Verse 1]
Times that is hard as a 25 years
Ain't got a dime and ain't seen a chick in a year
I'm catching drama from my mama on down
It's rough as f**, but homie, I'm staying down
Now I have done everything from Everclear to sherman sticks
I sold dope around town
I'd stomp n***as down
Rolling through my hood like a superstar
Turning corner after corner in my brand new cars
These hoes used to call me baller
But that was 'fore I lost my grip, now they barely even call a
Player cause they know I'm broke
No Rolex and no Benz, just spokes (sh**)
Now that I'm back to life, and that I'm back to reality
Got one life which ain't sh** without a salary
I'm spitting game so y'all can feel me
Man, I'ma make it out the ghetto if it k**s me
And Lil' Jay will make it real
Y'all know the deal
[Verse 2]
Now if it wasn't for moms I wouldn't have no world
You stood tall through it all, so you go, girl
I know things ain't all they used to be
I had to slow my roll, see, trouble's getting used to me
I gots to make you a proud mother
No more crack slanging, I gots to be a proud brother
And take control of my destiny
I can't let these streets get the best of me
It's kinda rough starting over but it's worth the pain
Instead of getting stuck with the same ol' same
Stretched like a rubberband, busting flicks
In the pen for life with some off-brand tricks
Ain't nobody knowin about the pain you feel
I'ma change my life, mama, that's on the real
I pray to God He make you feel me
Man, I'ma make it out the ghetto if it k** me
And mama, that's real
[Verse 3]
No more playing mack daddy for you skeezers
I got one lover, I love her, so I'ma please her
And leave you tramps alone
Since I'm getting sh** straight, I'm starting at home
Now which one of y'all was down and didn't clown when I was sleeping on the flo'
My real girl, that's who, that's why I love her so
Got two sons and no daughters
I'm barely feeding both of my kids but I still gots to be a father
That I used to want pops to be
This ain't no dis to ya, pops, cause you're still my g
I'm on a long road to nowhere if I don't change
Life with no crime on my mind feels strange
Working like a motherf**er, slick like a Benz seat
Backing off my old hustle, trying to make these ends meet
I pray to God he make you feel me
Man, I'ma make it out the ghetto if it k**s me
And n***as, that's real