You know I could never fraud
Lost money, lost bitches, lost friends, lost feelings
My nigga, you know I’ve been thru it all
Let me tell you bout my life and all the places that I’ve been
And why I’ve been at placements, been in prisons; in the pen
Shit was so real, it’s no way I could pretend
And we was fucked up, it’s no way I couldn’t sin
See, my pop left my mom when she was pregnant
It made her bitter, we moved a lot when I was young
We barely kept the rent up Boiled hot water to take a bath in the winter
And plenty times them stamps would land we ate sleep for dinner
I remember one Christmas, we ain’t even put a tree up We just got some candy in a sock for us to eat up Hand-me-downs from my cousin Shawn just to keep up And, everyday, me and Vern took that walk of shame to the park
For a free lunch
Growing up, I seen some things you prolly was used to And yeah I had to spinning top, the other kids had scooters
Paperz, I rap about pain cuz I’ve been thru it And thinkin' bout them hard times, just turned my heart cooler
You know I’ve been thru it all (shootouts)
Speed chases from the law (no crib)
You know I could never fraud
Lost money, lost bitches, lost friends, lost feelings
My nigga, you know I’ve been thru it all
By the age of 14, I was a shooter
Caught my first gat case; P89 Ruger
Runnin' round like Bishop when he was tryna get his Juice up Stoned like Medusa, I’m talkin' higher than a roofer
(Look cuz) went from the youth to the mills
To George W. Hill
From there, straight to state road, up the «F» where it was real
17, I made the paper, shit was lookin' ugly
Shit, I wasn’t even 20, they tried to give me 20
On trial with 12 white juries; looking at me Nigga on the stand saying I shot him, while he pointin' at me But, I don’t regret none of my time in the can
Cuz, yeah the streets made me, but jail made me a man
I done been thru it all, the struggles and the loss
The hustles in the dark, niggas' prayin' for my fall
Born rider from the start, it’s Pook Paperz; feel my pain
Shit real when I talk, everything from the heart
I watched my homie get abused when we lived in that shelter
By a pussy nigga, I was just too young to help him
But, its kool cuz boy, I know your name
And, if I ever run into you, you know you gon' feel my pain
Free my brother «Meen», we’ve been through hell and back
I swear, at least that’s what it seem
We slept close in abandon cribs cuz we ain’t have no heat
3 days straight, sellin' dummies, burnin' all the fiends
Man, I swear that shit was real, we was really in the field
I done seen niggas' get killed, fuckin' niggas' up in jugg
And, we just did that for the thrill
I done see niggas' fold, couple niggas' told
Judge gave a nigga 30, turned that young nigga old
Fuck is up wit that? I had enough of that
They giving niggas' life, like you’re comin' back
Nigga, if you dig it up, you could find these facts
I look at my past, and I be like