Letras
Ha, you know what it is
I'ma pour this shit up though (Yeah)
Uh, yeah, let me take you on a trip (On a trip)
My life, how I grew up
On some real shit, uh
September 8th, 1984
Mom gave birth to a precious lil' baby boy
Dad must've been proud, starin' at his pride and joy
No more havin' fun, better go out and get employed
I know they tried, but mom tried a little harder
Dad was on the streets, not really around to be a father
The year was like '86
Livin' on Rocky Hill, over by my Uncle Vic
Times was gettin' hard, but even harder for me
Growin' up in the house where they was cookin' up D
Dad started slingin' dope and started usin' the D
Northside, back of there where I was destined to be
Yeah, the year was '89, and ain't shit changed
The earthquake just hit, we prayin' for better days
Still broke, still hungry, searchin' for better ways
Dad sayin' he gon' change, but he say that every day
Time and time again, promises broken
I guess that's what you get when your parents are smokin'
'92, Still young, but I know the deal
Moms always stressed out on how we gon' pay the bills
I'm only eight, attracted to the street life
Nine years old, got into my first fistfight
Started young, I was shootin' out street lights
Never really gave a fuck, I'm out here tryna earn stripes
Fast-forward to '96
I was only twelve years old, but I was out here hittin' licks
It's goin' down like Celly Cel in '98, that was the shit
Right around the time I got jumped into the clique
Two-hundred block, Brown Street, man, I die for this
And everybody ain't your friend, so watch your back and nod to this
Growin' up in poverty, I know you see it's obvious
Had to sit down for three years and I'm not proud of this
Releasin' like '02
Back to the streets, I mean, I had nowhere to go to
Back to gangbanging, some real shit I had to go through
Started writin' raps, it was real before this Pro Tools
Did a whole album, dropped in like '04
Not too many homie rappers, Woody opened up the door
Who would've thought I'd sell my CDs in the store?
Just tryna add it up so I could even up the score
Tell me what you in it for, I hustle for a lil' more
2005, I was still livin' on the North
Posted at Diane's house every day on the porch
Lookin' out for rivals, takin' daily walks to the store
Sumo used to pull up, all blue, Honda Accord
Mobbin' through the town, bumpin' that Too $hort
Playin' hoes is a sport, I'ma need a full court
Me and Vago used to have 'em every day at the park
Some time passed, probably like '06
Deep in the game, I'm just tryna stay focused
That's when I got the phone call, I lost one of my closest
Life is gettin' crazy and I'm goin' through the motions
Hennessy and lemon squeeze, I swear that it's the recipe
On how to keep a grown man from losin' it mentally
I prayed to God so many times, I knew eventually
That somethin' good gotta come from all this bad energy
October 3rd, 2-0-0-7
My son was born, got me starin' up at the heavens
Thankin' God for this blessin' that I just received
Hopin' he's not testin' me with a trick up the sleeve
2008 Came around, I'm still slangin' D
Tryna do good, but the streets keep callin' me
In and out the county jail, trouble seems to follow me
Take a glimpse of my life, autobiography
Time is still tickin', summer of '09
Dropped my fourth album, yeah, I'm goin' for the gold mine
They predicted I'd be dead or in prison with no life
I'll tell you what it's like to be broke with no money, cold nights
The definition of struggle, finally made it out the bubble
Had my second kid in 2010, you know I love you
Anything for you, and nothin' else comes above it
Anybody fuckin' with you, we gon' set it off in public
Meanwhile, the phone calls still comin'
People still dyin' from the police who still runnin'
2012, Still the fuckin' same shit
Ain't shit changed 'cept the money and the new whip
Gas five hundred when I pull up, cool whip
Lost a few homies 'cause we fell out over bullshit
And I don't trust no one, so I'm stayin' with a full clip
2014, I'm rockin' with my new bitch
On my third try like Eazy-E, Ruthless
Suckers talk shit and they end up toothless
I be on my own shit, tryna get through this
I saw my lil' homie last night on a news clip
2015 Went by kinda quick
2016, I can't believe I made this shit
Baby number four on the way, you mean I'm made for this
My love is unconditional, and no, you cannot pay for this
Yeah
From September 8th, 1984
To October 26th, 2016
I speak nothin' but the real
Nothin' but the truth, you bitch, understand?
This is my life
Nasty Thing, Nasty Gang
Nasty, you bitch
And I'm out