(Reid, run it back)
(JMC, this shit crazy)
I ain't talk to my son in a month
I can't blame him, I blame his mom
I ain't talk to my son in a month
I can't blame him, I really blame his mom
Even though they feel I owe them somethin', I don't feel I owe them nothin'
I tried smokin' squares and Black & Milds, that shit had hurt my lungs, uh
I was still hurt off the trenches shit and finally asked my mom
I was so mad Lil Ant got locked up, he ain't make it to prom
I was mad lil' sis ain't go to college and made a Chase with my son
I was still up in the hood with gang and knowin' I the one
I was f*cked up 'bout a lot of shit
Bronem was doin' bullshit and real niggas acknowledged it
I was mad I was spendin' money on cars and guns
And when no bodies dropped, I was mad lil' bronem hadn't spun
I was mad at niggas braggin' 'bout some shit they know they ain't done
Shit was so f*cked up in the trenches, we was arguin' over blunts
I was mad they ain't believe in me and look at what I become
I was mad they was misleadin' me in knowin' I'm the one, uh
I was mad, mad
I was doin' bad, bad
Took some losses, I was sad, sad
In the steamer, hope I don't crash bad
I was in the trenches with Rico
He so hot, hopin' we don't catch the RICO
Fly to New York, bro robbed some niggas playin' cee-lo
Big Folks takin' chains, in the 'Raq, they call him Deebo, uh
I was tryna make it, nobody come around in some shit, thinkin' we gon' take it
Niggas we weren't cool with, we don't show it, we gotta fake it
Come around niggas' homies in the 'Raq, this jewelry they shit, uh
I was payin' bonds and lawyers
Baby mama tellin' me how I don't do shit for my son and daughter
I was mad I bought some J that was fake, I thought it was water
I pray for all my niggas in jail dyin' off the order, uh
I was mad, mad
I was doin' bad, bad
Took some losses, I was sad, sad
In the steamer, hope I don't crash bad
I was mad, mad
I was doin' bad, bad
Took some losses, I was sad, sad
In the steamer, hope I don't crash bad