They ask me ayz, yo ware about your mind you get your words?
I tell em,threw the cortex in my brain youll find em on a chalk board
And ayz,yo ware about your self you keep the pain
Tell em threw the crack between my chest, my soul has sliped an ran away
............i dont f** with these b**hs, i keep it breef with you snitch's
And ones that dont come correct,set up the pattern for there stichs
Cause parents,are scared to bring a child in this world
And every mother has a fear, for every fathers little girl
When she shows up to her school,rollin in a mini skirt
With 7 other girls and they just dont know there worth
Its sad to see these kids, havin kids. that ain't the biz
Mama close your legs untill you grown,and know what love is
Cause on some real talk 100 sh**,i ain't tyrna knock yo block
I been there i done that sh**,this song is called my thugish rock!