Me

I was born to a good home

But somehow I felt alone.

Surrounded by the bullshit til I wanted to pull shit on my own.

These niggas here were packin chrome.

Mac 10's rang like a house phone.

Niggas died, now they life gone.

Mommas cry when news hits home.

It was the same story everyday.

Who got layed in the spray.

Who got slayed with the AK

Yo man, what that news say?

I didn't want to be a scene

I stressed death before 13

I knew niggas that the church called mean.

But they were my niggas,

Yes we packed triggas

Yea we lust hoes, but our mind was on figgas.

Now I try to figure out

What's this life about

I got nothin.

Hard to admit

But I'm real with it

Niggas be on that dumb shit.

Tryna sell a story, guarantee I'll leave that bullshit lit