Ayo, past few years shit got so ill
Was kinda hard for the God
I went through something with momma,
Something that came and went,
My pop think his son is desertin' him,
Guess I gotta be the man and sit
My little boy 7, he the sequel to the thug
So I told him the money will nev
When it comes to my family it ain't never a problem,
They tend to take that and run with it
So every other month I be on some new phone,
And I ain't get enough of hanging
Had to let the thing off,
'cross town in the projects
All these rumors and shit,
but I ain't get robbed yet
Bitch- ass niggas ain't stop
In arm reach of a gun and a mask
Somebody clipped me for a hundred in cash,
I hit the road and try to get more grip
muthafuckin' tour bus flipped
Uh, no charges brought up,
bitch popped up with a kid
Got caught up, then I put a court up
Now the road to the riches
It ain't kill yet so it's making me stronger
I don't know if it's the hate,
shit happens for a reason
I'm that dude, like it or love it
I do my thing in the hood,
and get right with a budget
Ain't afraid to give my life
And when you see me next time
maybe we can further discuss
How my 16's give you a visual
I know you thinking he ain't really selling,
how he live off residuals
But right now the game is pi tiful
they need company 'cause they miserable
Yeah, uh- huh, shit is still real, B
That's why I want you to still feel me