If you a thug, my ***** be a thug
If you sell drugs, my ***** then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say **** if you can't be real about it

If you a thug, my ***** be a thug
If you sell drugs, my ***** then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say **** if you can't be real about it

Comin' up as a child my city was hell
My momma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came robbin' and kickin' in doors
Then on my behalf and 17 old

But ya see, shorty, my mom was a G
She made it real easy for my sista and me
She did what she had to do, and got
Out the damn crowd like a ***** would do

Talkin' about pimpin', oh, she did that too
I got robbed and this old ***** took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones
That's why I thank my heart to sell dope
I gives a ***k about none of you hoes

All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold
And pressin' these doors and cakin these hoes
(Shorty)
I'ma pimp, I spend my time makin' these hoes

If you a thug, my ***** be a thug
If you sell drugs, my ***** then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say **** if you can't be real about it

Nobody loves me, so I guess I stay to myself
A ***** thinkin' 'bout change contemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a *****
And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor

***kin' *****z up on the daily if they didn't pay me
*****z pullin' guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young ***** went to school just to sell some dope
A lil' crazy *** ***** wit a knife in his coat

And in the streets broke heathens
Went through drama especially
Momma swung on a *****, I stabbed the ***** in her head
(*****)
I dun scratch my head unless it itches
An' I dun smoke unless I'm bustin' at you hatin' *****es

*****, we was brave to die, don't be askin' me why
I'll rather hustle in the cold 'cuz *****z sprayin' wit fire
All the childhood fixin's wit the Devil inside the kitchen
Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol

You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole
Mind body and soul
And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes
Waitin' for the trash collector
Follow me, mind selector to the ghetto sector

They'll kill you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle
Blood squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound that I can't forget

Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said ****
And to this day momma thought I was young
Hungry and poor
(Par)
While she was at the church, praising the Lord
I made through amazingly un-scarred

She had to be praying 'cuz I made it by the grace of the God
I'm proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the other hand 9
Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine

If you a thug, my ***** be a thug
If you sell drugs, my ***** then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say **** if you can't be real about it

If you a thug, my ***** be a thug
If you sell drugs, my ***** then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't say **** if you can't be real about it