born in the poor hospital with no doctors where i was destined for the topical
get discharge to my parents and go live in the streetz, im like damn i rather be in the hospital
at least there i get taken care of and get something to eat
but now im forced to sit in the dark and ryhme to my heart beat
the only thing on my mind was making money and getting ass
a true nobody cause i never found myself going to class
so now i turn to the drug game and start slinging rocks
as a youngsta i aint know how much trouble was in it for me and the cops
i was happy cause im bringing in money for me and the fam
the life style of the rich and famous made me the biggest fan
thanks to the hood i gotta put my life on the line
to serve pheens which is why i turned to ryhmes
on the corner wasting hot flows on my boys cause we aint got a deal
wrapped up in the NORTH FACE keeping warm with my hands on the steal
getting older, got some hair on my face, looked up by the young catz
but they dont know i gotta keep the hest close and have coke in your hat
still serving the block and looked at ny the rador but for now its all good
getting interrogated bt the authority is just the consequences of the hood
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