This boy wasn't spoiled but still rolled
With a spade on me
The truth is I had juice 'cause I
Always kept a pair on me
And our fields was no meals
Just forks in the road
Kept it coveted for the public with
Beloved I'm talking in code
Was unfortunate souls
In the hood where good are offed in the road
Mindless discipline made for thicker skin
I forged at the toe
For the filth that grew me
Built immunity to deadly venom
Some might not know the right rites of
Passage if I never pen 'em
Seems the team had good genes
But wanted better denim
Tools that you walk with make a movie
A short clip if never extend 'em
A child made for feral blend ready
To wild 'till the world end
For my supplements stood up against
Anything the world sends
For years lost still we was fortunate
'fore I had a girlfriend
But thorough ladies made thorough babies
Thorough men wasn't from an esteemed hood so
Being good tough for me
Make for bad recipes when necessity is luxury
Covered the bond I went above and beyond
If I had trust in me
Was told as youth become a mute
If ever in custody (Say nothin')
Once you get aggravated with
All that fabricated, come fukk with me
(Come fukk with me, word)