another chapter same book
po livin, po livin hard times and strugglin
no money no stamps so tha food im smugglin
hustlin, hustlin anything to make ends meet
my daddy was a deadbeat, mama can barely stand on her feet
i ran tha streets from 9 to 9 to 9, shit thats all day
drugs gun and radios or anything i could sell to get pay
ack a ass in skool til they finally kicked me out
thought about gettin a job but i went a different route
made alot of money but i made my mama envy me
then on top of that i turned my friends into enemies...
no money no stamps so tha food im smugglin
hustlin, hustlin anything to make ends meet
my daddy was a deadbeat, mama can barely stand on her feet
i ran tha streets from 9 to 9 to 9, shit thats all day
drugs gun and radios or anything i could sell to get pay
ack a ass in skool til they finally kicked me out
thought about gettin a job but i went a different route
made alot of money but i made my mama envy me
then on top of that i turned my friends into enemies...
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