I was raised on beans and rice

and if you shot up my crib I wouldn't be surprised

Mama used to trip cuz I fed the mice

I'm the one they sent home cuz my head had lice

I'm the kid that lost my sanity

I'm the kid that had the toys with no batteries

Mama sat me down for some serious talks

On how to keep the rats out the cereal box



I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that shit

We never felt so rich those were the good ass days bro

Sure we was broke but we was b-b guns havin' hella fun on natural dough

When you started to smoke that's when you changed

The weed hit the brain and the man thought he came

It was joint, after joint, after joint, after joint

In one month your fuckin' brain was destroyed

Now you got children and a beautiful wife

The kinda money that you make nigga you set for life

Enjoy your self man you only live once

Take your family vacation and relax for a month



Ima smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga

I need seven bedrooms and my boat nigga

Watchin' rats with eighty seven new gats

The penitantary's the only place when I can relax

I want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge

The only thing Ima miss is my beautiful kids

I'm just sippin' but thrown I handle shit on my own

I got a camera for every fuckin' inch of my home

It's in my blood to be a drunk and not give a fuck

I do a drive-by in my grandma's truck

A G since daddy left me at the age of three

Now every South Side crack-head pagin' me



Chill homie cut dad some slack

Sure he left our ass but that was way the fuck back

You all cot up hearin' blastin' on dub

We was only seven when our house got shot up

Mom was all bloody