Hell
You say you a gangsta, that don't impress me none
You say you a gangsta, ain't seen a thing you've done
I do it all on myself, I ain't getting help
From no one, from no one
Yeah I'm young, 21, living in a crazy world
But I know the difference between a man and a herb
You frontin' like you got it, claim they hatin' on your wallet
Gucci telling you the time and you watch it
No I ain't stunting like my daddy, he's livin' with my granny
Used to be a big baller, he's surviving off of gambling
But I love him he's my daddy, yeah I love him he's my daddy
Put him in a big house before I ever see a Grammy
And my mommy started working days at the church
Finding faith in God cause the real world hurts, so much evil lurks
They just make us work but we can't find work
Abuela, mommy and the girls in a one bedroom
South beach lifestyle, they just paying for the view
Mommy on the couch since she was 42
Sacrificing for the kids cause that's what mommies do
So I smoke my spliff, I spliff it hard
Candi says to stop, my voice is getting too harsh
So I sobered up and my thoughts they rush
And now I think of you behind bars
Cross state lines, they spliffing good
In Miami you catch a charge and the whole family tears apart
You say you a gangsta, ain't seen a thing you've done
I do it all on myself, I ain't getting help
From no one, from no one
Yeah I'm young, 21, living in a crazy world
But I know the difference between a man and a herb
You frontin' like you got it, claim they hatin' on your wallet
Gucci telling you the time and you watch it
No I ain't stunting like my daddy, he's livin' with my granny
Used to be a big baller, he's surviving off of gambling
But I love him he's my daddy, yeah I love him he's my daddy
Put him in a big house before I ever see a Grammy
And my mommy started working days at the church
Finding faith in God cause the real world hurts, so much evil lurks
They just make us work but we can't find work
Abuela, mommy and the girls in a one bedroom
South beach lifestyle, they just paying for the view
Mommy on the couch since she was 42
Sacrificing for the kids cause that's what mommies do
So I smoke my spliff, I spliff it hard
Candi says to stop, my voice is getting too harsh
So I sobered up and my thoughts they rush
And now I think of you behind bars
Cross state lines, they spliffing good
In Miami you catch a charge and the whole family tears apart
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Writer(s): Christopher Sargent, Simon Cranny
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