[Verse:] This is a story Bout my lil homie joey So joey started selling more d** Than my older homies Muthaf**ers started hatin' quick Being on the lamest sh** All because joey Owned the latest sh** A young kid Who found drug distribution Feeling all alone While his older sister's prostitutin' You're beautiful But I hate to say it Your beauty's ruined I blame the struggle And all the bullsh** That made you do it No matter what I love my sister though And g I promise I'm a change your life Once I flip a brick of coke But for now I'm a just chill And flip some dough And smoke weed And dark liquor, I sip it slow Trying to forget My mother put us in foster homes In deep depression It made me feel Like I lost my soul I got recruited to a gang And now I'm trippin' hard No father figure His father is up in a prison yard I wonder why my family is so dysfunctional So hard to function Hustlin' hard has been my arsenal Often been broken hearted By women who look to bombest f** it he don't look back When he tell these b**hes He's honest But always give em respect Keep in mind It's somebody's daughter He learned his lesson From different women who call em Some they go to school
And some they started strippin' Drug dealin' was good And of course he started trickin' Buying women Designer purses & shoes Different girls to choose What up to jasmine at deja vu Ambitions of a woman with dreams right Started with a gift Now she f**ing her team right (told you) Like f** it we live the g life In slow motion As we hit the weed pipe Stayed focused on bad women And shady men He should've known From that one txt At 3 a.m A naked picture from jasmine Like what up? Dot dot l-o-l Come & pick me up So joey's now driving Ghetto birds & sirens Mobbin' through south central Los angeles violence On figueroa & 82nd He made a left He put his music down Suddenly another txt Like hold up give me a sec He replied with I'm in that grey lex And now he's looking through his rearview He got that feeling Like when somebody is gettin' near you A black truck pulls up The driver covered his face Started waving a gun And said what up muthaf**a Where the f** you from? Pop pop pop She was settin' him up [Outro:] Never trust a beautiful woman They'll be quick to have muthaf**as come get you R.I.P. to my homies, dead & gone All the real hustlers in the streets, hell yeah