So much of shit I should've seen as a youngin
Ma that's the reason that im out here thuggin
Just thank the Lord I'm not out here druggin
Or with my hand out tryna ask for something
At least you know your son got ambition
Ima get my money
No hand out ima grind for something
Ima go grind mama I got nothing but hustle
Remember the times mama when I would stay up in trouble
It goes down I promise behind mama and brothers
My sister and baby mother plus my kids yeah I love em
Ima die for my respect
Cause ima go getta I get up and go get a check
Was broke in the past now my foot stuck up on they neck
And if i go ride about it u know its no regret
And when I go slide about it shit gone get real wet
You tryna go hide bout it we kumn where u at
Ain't no talking it out what's that shit u said on the net
I'm gonna die with scars on my chest
I know it might be a mess
Before I die I gotta confess
I feel I'm far from the rest
I took the time to help out the rest
Until it wasn't nothing left
Some did stay down and I love you for that
But what about the ones that left