Listen I'ma tell you straight like this

Word up Listen

Hey yo I walk down the block

Wit' my stomach in knots

Spend time hustlin' runnin' from cops

Broke as a joke no wins at all

Can't play ball and my Timb's are small

Can't buy trees wit' government cheese

I rather be where it's breeze n***as bubblin keys

My moms got two jobs one on her knees

And writin' letters to the governor

Please call off the deeds

My baby mother wit' another brother wit' cash

They drive by roll down the window and laugh

I solve all my problems wit' indo and hash

Bought my daughter a Nintendo

Now she callin' it dad

My landlord's a jerk the water don't work

My little sister twelve

And she bought her own skirt

Rather do Kurt than do her homework

Talk blunts and boys and she'll jump fa' joy

S**t's twisted Opportunity knocked

But I missed it out in the park gettin' lifted

So now I'm sittin' here s**t outta luck

Without a buck and it don't make a difference

So yo If you hear me

Cause if you don't I come up close

And say it clearly I got ta' know I got ta' go

I strive fa' my pay each and every way

But this type of s**t it happens everyday

It's like I'm trapped in a maze

Walk around in a daze

I won't rest 'til' I'm paid

Almost down in my grave

I wanna' look tough but my sneakers is scuffed

Everyday passing the week is enough

I had a little money but it came and it went

Now it's either pay the rent or stay in a tent

And it don't make sense how the s**t is intense

And all ya' got up in ya' pocket is lint

You get the hint

I had a cigarette fa' breakfast just a beginner

Fries fa' my lunch and sleep fa' dinner

Try ta' go ta' church priest call me a sinner

They call me everything except for a winner

I'm walkin' in the rain wishin' things would change

It ain't a game and I pawned all the rings and chains

Emotionally scarred from losin' my job

Pastor nod n***a times is hard

Now do ya' hear me

Cause if ya' don't I come up and say it clearly

I got ta' know I got ta' go

I strive fa' my pay each and every way

But this type of s**t it happens everyday

Now would ya' check me

If I was you and you was me

Would you respect me

I got ta' know I got ta' go

I strive fa' my pay each and every way

But this type of s**t it happens everyday

Yo yo I ain't gonna' front

All I want is a blunt

A pair of blue and yellow dunks

And my hundreds in chunks

But people see me put they purse to the front

I'm wakin' up early in the first of the month

Honeys don't respect when you callin' collect

And it's twenty five cent you can call 'em direct

I put my life on the line I ain't makin' a dime

N***as call me never mind

Man you're wastin' ya' time

Hey yo I'm livin' in the ghetto

And I'm tryin' ta' survive

At the same time a n***a rollin' by in a five

Can't find a job for a 9 ta' 5

It's like the only gettin' by

When ya' feelin' the high

And I ain't got no smoke the elevator broke

I'm at the end of my rope

Tryin' ta' find a way ta' court

I'm sippin' on gin thinkin' how I could win

I don't know where it begin

But this is where it could end