Ar-Ab - Understand lyrics

[Intro] My bad Smooth, I had to jump on this beat man Gotta express my pain to 'em While y'all was in school man, I was somewhere else man I ain't like y'all guys man Y'all ain't real as me man [Freestyle] It's like success seemed so far Where I'm from the little kids, they don't play ball They want a eight-ball, they got a eight-long They need this money right now and they don't wait long And I feel they pain, cause I was just there I had to wear the same sneaks for a f**ing year And I ain't get help, nobody gave us sh** We got it from the muscle, nobody gave us sh** I was fourteen, tryna get money The old-heads used to come and take sh** from me But they ain't understand, I couldn't eat without'em I put my gun to use, now I can't sleep without it I remember nights, it was cold as sh** In an abandoned house, with a candle lit It was me and Murda, and my cousin Nine For them two n***as, I would f**ing die Then we met Gome, and he gave us hope He ain't give us money, but he gave us coke That n***a taught me the game from the f**ing curb I'd k** for that n***a if he say the word I said I need a ounce, he said you thinking small He said you need a house, so n***a go hard So I took them words, and I made it happen Then we flipped ten birds, tryna make it rappin' f** a lottery tryna hit the jackpot I get mine out the water in a crack pot On a back-block, with a bunch of lowlifes They tryna come up, so they throw dice Tryna hit a number, till they number's called I done sat three summers behind a wall In a cold cell, getting no mail Facing murder one, I got no bail When my son was born, I was in jail When my brother got shot, I was in jail Man I'm in hell, I wanna go right I'm at the end of the tunnel, but there's no light All I see is fiends, bunch of broken dreams People losing hope, then they shooting dope But I'm tryna cope, I see through the fog So I'm cutting coke, planning for tomorrow I'm counting drug money, tryna keep centered But I keep losing, and they keep winning And they keep grinning, because they see me broke So I start shooting n***as making sure I won't Cause I got two kids I gotta look after But these crackers don't care, they throw the book at 'ya They'll give you life, cause you whipping white But this drug money got my family eating right And they don't understand, they ain't from the hood I never knew what it was like to have it good I seen my pop break his back for the White man Then he started selling dope to the White man See I wasn't born, with a sliver spoon I seen my pops bag coke in the living room I seen the sacrifice, my mom used to make When she used to starve, but made sure we ate Man she wouldn't eat, just to get us sneaks One of us was sick, man she wouldn't sleep So I go hard, selling coke hard And they ain't make a way, I had to Bogart So we pop pills, and we sip rain And we get drunk, tryna forget the pain Tryna hide the tears, through the weed smoke We ain't got sh**, so we need hope [Outro] Gotta feel my pain man I went from a n***a that was homeless, living in abandoned houses In jail fighting murders and shootings Now I'm getting this bread and rapping I went from negative to positive