I was in the alley watching niggas serve the fiends
Listening to Papi sell the hood niggas dreams
I was in an Audi by the age of 17
Couldn’t go to sleep I had smokers in my dreams
Tried to keep the peace but I would smoke you for my cream
I just had to have it
Light skin bitch kept saying I was average
Didn’t want to fail, didn’t want to live bummy
Late night kitchen table counting up the money
Everything was blurry my whole life looked fuzzy
All I really wanted was for somebody to love me
Moving too fast now my room look like a cubby,
Eating chi’s chi’s chips cutttin up my tummy
1 year down 15 years coming
All this time left and ain’t no runnin
It’s 1 million kinds a way to eat
But the hood got me thinking the only way is the streets
So when I get home Ima trap some more
and when I get smoked they spray paint me on the corner store
My kids won’t have a father and their mother will be spiteful
Because she knows that they’re doomed to continue the cycle
