[Intro]
I know a lot of people might not be from where we from
The following may not be my true story...but it's still a true story
[Verse 1: Don Trip]
Damn
Shawty sell everything in the house
Flatscreens, xbox, sh** even pots and pans
Toaster oven, microwave, dvd, children clothes
Even food stamps, just to get a gram
Even pawn her baby bank, powerwheel, enfamil
sh**, she'll sell anything she can
Now my kid get to eat
But her kids in the street
Well I sell D so I don't give a damn
Life s**s, I don't give a f**
She'll get high no matter what; I might as well be the man
Might as well take the dope and hit the trap with a plan
Had to get my a** in and provide for my fam
It's a cold cruel world, that's somebody' little girl
Momma, grandmomma, sister, cousin, aunt
Prolly even mine, how I do this to my kin?
Ever since they let the c**aine in we been damned
They been at it since the 70's, I was born in 85'
Know you want to blame me but you can't
Momma wasn't home, daddy up and van
Big brother got k**ed on the same block I stand
Up and sold dope, all my cousins got slammed
Evidently this is who I am
I was raised off the soul food
Now I gotta get it how I can with the chickens and the yams
[Verse 2: Starlito]
Cocaine hitters
Broken car antennas
Product of broken homes
Break in homes erry muhf**in day
Broke his momma heart
Saw him in a box, heart stopped, cause he was broke and just wanted to get payed
Take mine, okay, don't play
50 shots, AK
47 equals First 48
This mind?, this grind, this nine, on my waist, round my way
Young n***as wear they crimes on they face
And they robbin all times of the day
Not me, (POW, POW, POW, POW, POW, POW), that's all I'm gonna say
If they ever try to set me up, I'm shootin that b**h first
k** these n***as with kindness and blew kisses at the hearse
In a pew sittin at the church, wit a f**in smirk
Heart cold, im a soldier though, can you match this big bag of purp
If its true you are what you smoke, then that make me a OG
So a bunch of regula a** n***as, 100 a O-Z, you know me
Its Lito