my first rap

moma on her own daddy left a nigga stranded

my choices ran small

so a nigga started cramming;no ifs and or ifs about it

I was robbing when them bands at; chilling where my mans at

lurken where them grams; my future wasnt bright

at night; a nigga never dreamed that

lifestyle wild; wishing crackers give them years back

See it was hard times/thru hard times graves a pen and pad

Start off recording/ in the booth that was crib to crash

Neva gave a fuck about two cent another nigga had/if it was up

Game Neva change/still the same/size the niggaz jumpen

Left they porch to tryna get it /facing all the consequence

I'm. A trend not a gimmic/rolling stone til I'm. Finish/ play a beat for me I rip it