I never had a father figure, I was raised by the
Thugs and the [bad word] dealers, That's why i love niggaz
Until they place me in my casket, Guess i'll be a hopeless [bad word] 
Gettin High in the back passage, Can't nobody make a way for me
Times is hard on a [bad word]  Mama pray for me
I'm smokin weed for the stress, Drinkin for the pain
From the strain on the young brothers brain
Ain't a [bad word] thing to do
But hang and stay [bad word]  Thug's get lonely too
I'm drinking 22's of brew, Till I'm tipsy
And i ain't going out throwing up my middle finger
Miss me
Tryna get my hands on the cash
How long will it last, Will it last a little longer if i BLAST
And [bad word] me, I'll probably be the last to preach
cuz Ain't no hope for the future if they asking me
And what my poppa never told me,
U see i learned from the kindness, Of strangers and homies
So now i can't turn back, Time to make it through
They wanna ban me, But it's time to feed my family
But all the homies in the hood told me [bad word] it's all good
And [bad word] Hollywood, For tryna shut a real [bad word] down
Stayin [bad word] to the game, [bad word] the fame
I still won't change R U Still Down?