Past few years shit got so ill Kinda hard for the god to laugh through tears I went through something with momma, no drama something that came and went, real life karma My "pop" think his "son" is deserting em, its hurtin em Guess I gotta be the man, sit down & work with em My little cuzzin 7, he the sequel to the thug So I told him the money will never equal the love Listen I'm grown y'all, when it comes to my family it's never a problem It's only a phone call, the tend to take that and run with it So every other month I be on some new number shit They violated Stay again, sis totaled the beamer & broke Trey leg again shhh, let us pray again and I ain't get enough of hanging in local bars yet Had to let the thang off, cross town in the projects All these rumors, shit I ain't get robbed yet Bitch ass niggaz ain't stop actin like broads yet And arm reach off a gun & a mask, somebody clipped me for a hundred in cash Still feel me, I hit the road try to get more grip It was cool til' a mutha fuckin car had flipped uh, no charges brought up, bitch popped up with a kid Got caught up, then I put a court up Now The road the the riches is taking me longer It ain't kill yet so it makin me stronger I don't know if its the hate, frustration, or hunger The keep a nigga going, rappin for a reason Shit don't just don't happen, shit happen for a reason I'm that dude, like it or love it I do my thang in the hood, get right with a budget Ain't afraid to give my life to the public And when you see me next time maybe we can further discuss How my 16's give you a visual I know you thinking he ain't really selling, how he life off residuals But right now the game is pitiful niggaz is lonely, they need company cuz they miserableYeah, uh-huh shit it still real B That's why I want you to still feel me Still feel me, one I'm out