Born in ’82 

Den did more than a baby could do 

Mama had a c-section 

Almost died from a bleeding infection 

Pops on his own direction 

Heroin feind 

Syringe injection 

So many questions 

Felt like he missed so many blessings 

But when you dont cherish good things 

Bad things perish 

Now my mama like a single parent 

Pushin me around in this baby carrige 

Then hooked up in a crazy marrige 

Pop was down 

Not underground 

But then the feds 

I was 8 or 10 I said 

Evil men mislead 

Shot pops not in his head 

Rush to the hospital 

And I got in his bed 

He was cool 

From the gun shots 

But this where the fun stops 

One cop said check the DNA 

Listen to what im about to say 

My father was far from gay 

But diseases stray when your needle play 

And I need to say 

I use to smoke so much weed a day 

Just to keep them dreams away 

With my pops in his last days I stayed 

He taught me a lot 

But I was so young 

Told me to grow smart 

Never grow dumb 

Daddy died in 94 huh 

damn how much I miss my pops 

Told me spread the name 

Make my kids a cox 

Fug is what they called him 

I really miss him a lot 

But it don’t stop 

My mama use to hit them rocks 

Till she found the lord 

On her own since 13 

Workin 

Still tryin to find some more 

Never owned a house 

Barley owned a couch 

Crowded in the house 

Many in and out 

Mama had no doubt 

Had a lot of clout 

Life hit a drought 

When her son popped out 

Through the game 

True and remain 

I drove my mama insane 

From playin them games 

No father figure in my life 

After 13 

Always on my own 

Mama always working 

Spent most of my life 

Lookin in the curtians 

On to the street 

Not wantin to follow off in my fathers feet 

And my brother cant stop holdin the heat 

Real true meaning of a solider G 

He older then me 

I love him much 

But I really wouldnt know him such 

If it wasnt for them christmas letters 

Dont see my sis 

Its all real 

Hope that your believin this 

I never thought i’d be releasing this 

My granny died with my hand on her hand 

Danny died 

That was my closest friend 

Damn my homie did some dirt and got out of the state 

I stay up in the studio and out of the way 

No actin ill 

Mama cryin cause we back on bills 

And her back is peeled 

And her feet hurt 

Forced to wear them cheap skirts 

When she just want the best 

My old school homie caught 2 to the chest 

And my head , man its full of the stress 

Let it connect 

Runnin like water 

Runnin n daughters 

Playa hatas wanna see me slaughtered 

About the hate 

Do I mind? No 

My lil cousin get everything so what the hell he grind fo 

Everything my brother got he used his nine for 

In time though as time grow will my mind blow? 

I dunno 

Hope in God got a good plan for me 

Hopefully one day I got plans to see 

Grands and Gs 

Lands over sea’s 

Put my mama hands on freeze 

Now she can be everily 



[Hook:]

Most of my days 

I be stressed and burnt out 

Thinkin bout my life 

And wonderin how it was gone turn out 

Will I take a fall like my dad? 

Or be locked up like my brother 

Or worry and stress my self out just like my mother 

I got worries 

Movin in a hurry 

Everything is blurry 

I cant see 

Only thing that kill my pain is this hennessey 

God , why me?[repeat]