I watched my little brother hustle always a part of a struggle
I seen my brother catch a O then make it double
Then I jumped off the porch with the pills and all
I ain't want a mil just wanted to see how it feels to ball
I had dreams of a hustla dropping piss on a ghetto wall
I was hood made but Tammy Johnson raised
My mama hated seeing me mimic my bigger brother ways
But I was like run it cause I saw that crime pays
Just somethings you think about when you was lead astray
Searching for a bone afraid to come home
Feeling like you all alone nobody to trust but me
Pulled over by police escaped with like ten pills in my sock luckily
I just always knew I had to play it cool
I learned that with guns getting drawn on me at the school
I was so young at the same time so dumb
Sold drugs for breadcrumbs marijuana filling my lungs
But now I'm sober and my mind is on another page
Seen there was other ways for me to earn the pay
Went to school found a connection with the collards
If you need the green holler anything for the dollars
A five sheet almost came between a friendship
The troubles of the game seem endless
I jumped back out I got a whole new potential
Whole new venue with a whole other menu
You see how I'm eating cousin
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