«I'm a little mannish motherfucker
I take after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana, but now I’m selling yola.»
Here take a swig of this bourbon
Hit that, hit that baby
Aight dude. ay who who’s foolin right there? (Who dat?)
Aight nigga ay get down nigga.
AY NIGGA GET DOWN NIGGA! Ay nigga GET DOWN NIGGA (Shit!)
Wuh, we about
Seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass niggas
On the dopetrack workin overtime full of fuckin 'D' (D!)
Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood
Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
Generatin through mah street, a week
Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I’m doin if I’m alright?
When a motherfucker’s starvin and strugglin
Even on my hip pretty much needlin and jugglin
There STILL ain’t gonna never be enough lovin!
I’m tired of rippin and runnin, dodgin and duckin bullets
I KNOW MY TIME IS COMIN — death is on me bad
The walls is closin in, I wish I had a dad
But left when I was ten, so moms is all I had
And she was there for me until I ran away from the pad
And now she disowned me and she don’t claim me Reverend wouldja put some blessin oil on my head
Before I end up dead, gall bladder full of lead — scared
I guess a hard-head make a soft-ass (??)
I ain’t gon' last if I keep fuckin with this fast life
(repeat 2X)
He would grow up to be nothin but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, UH
(He would grow up to be nuttin but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him)
Ah, I page my ties even though the money’s filthy
Don’t wanna go to church, because I feel guilty
Nope — I DON’T WANNA DIE — cause when the preacher preach the gospel
I BE READY TO CRY — up in the Church of Pentecostal
I don’t think I’mma make it to see twenty-five
Til I wash my hands and come clean
Shit I’ll be hella happy if I can just live to see sixteen
No life to give for that nastiness
As a rebellious disobedient-ass problem child
He’s easily influenced — hangin around the wrong crowd
I’m willin to do almost anything
Whatever it takes to make my allowance
I’m on prescription medication, chemically off-balance
Got me snatchin up (??), pickin up hits
Pick-pickin indo’s (do's), and pullin licks
But daddy? (Yes son) Tie my shoes (okay) lace me up (uh)
Hook me up, like a tow-track maaaaan (aight)
Ear-hustlin, make like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur (what?)
When it comes to this thang man I’m conniseur (conniseur)
I read through the punk registry in the Robb Report (what?)
I come off like dat
Grew up around slick talkers (ah)
A pa-a poppin con artists (what?)
Go straight to the (??) and get a bad leather jacket
(??) (??) bankrupt!
Boy you.
Like you when I was younger
But I got my life together and I bettered myself as I got older
Na-uh now I entertain (entertain) a sss-uh, a-smeb rover (a smeb rover)
Street smarts with a degree and a diploma
Ah give it to me, uhh.
Uhh.
Uhh.
Come on, uhh.
Give it to me, uhh.