I did some things I admit it
Wasn't proud of it, but I was a child fukk it
Kept a 'pow' tucked in a brown belt
Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvis
shyt it was either that or be livin wit Elvis
nikkas is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X
Wanted to tell God that I don't deserve this
Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less
My life was nervous, you haven't heard stress
Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama
Told her I aint promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day
And before she could say Jay...
I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality
Men gotta do men things for men salary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery, damn B.I.G. woulda been proud of me