Listen to my story as I speak it from the mouth
Drowning out the sound, Listen to what I've been about
Tryna run the streets, yet make it out the hood
still the streets run me, to clear the pain if i could
not a thing that i would take it back with a chance
everything i've done I know is part of god's plan
something i'be done got me to never look back,
but its okay i heard you shouldn't ever dawn on ya past
cause i pushed about every color you could ever think of
popped so many bottles me you and them could drink up
i was stupid, did some dumb shit i never shoulda done
started making thems threats, started livin to a code
didn't know i was setting my plate for when i was grown
all i really knew was that i had my own to hold
didn't know what lay ahead cept 1 breath and a cold stone
but don't get me wrong i got them dudes i'd lay down for
stay strong for listen wit my hear and never ignore
a word they speak, wit what it means to me
ain't what it means to them and still it seems to be
but we're all mean it says created equally
then why do all the hater's go round like they been diseased
going all around passin their shit to them
it's like weighin with a stem you gettin fucked in the end
it seems it doesn't really matter what your server you end up sick
but ussually in places you wasted belly up in a ditch
and if the game hits hard when hard hits vicious
but i been screwed since this began so i guess life's like bitches