Intro

You see growing up
You thought everything was fine
That everything going on around you is just normal
As you get older you start to realize everything starts to become more clear
You start to see shit for what it is and not for what it was
You see I'm my pops only son so I got to carry on his legacy
Not following in his footprints but making footprints of my own
Im trying to make money till I'm grey and I'm old
So my kids' kids can have money when they're grown

This music influenced my lifestyle
As basic as that might sound
Wait listen uh
In '03 50 had me screaming out G-unit
Sweatbands with the Reebok Kicks
8 Years old trying to figure out what that weed smoke is
I'm trying to get high
Marijuana
Flipped it to make some commas
Smoked it to solve some problems
Did wrong, believe in karma
Wait wait wait, Hold on
Im back at it
Slept on like a craftmatic
My flows are well crafted
Bust me down I got bad habits
I let the smoke hit my lungs
I'm sorry to tell you that your son's involved with drugs
Always felt safe
Because his father was a thug
And was known for busting guns
Showed him affection and love
So he ain't see the wrong
He only seen the better
Shorty held his pops
His pops held that beretta
Wait listen

You see growing up
I ain't have it good
I ain't have it that bad either though
Yeah I watched my mother struggle
Pops was here and there trying to get his shit together
This is my life so i wouldn't have it no other way
It's the reason why how I am today
I want to apologize in advance if y'all think I sound the same
I just want y'all to know my name and understand that music is Tha Outlet to my pain
You underdig

So let's talk about my mother
Complains how I smell like weed so I don't hug her
Damn
She makes it seem like I don't love her
A baby that had a baby we grew up with each other
Took care of one another
I do this just because i was there when she would struggle
I was there when she would cry
Write poems to pass the time
I'm feeling like a young Al Pacino the world is mine
I'm
Trying to ball like I'm Tony
My shooters, call them Ginobili
My Duncan's are dumping ya niggas be frontin
Yeah ya niggas be phony
I done lost a few homies
But I pray to God that I don't go back to the old me
I was young and just reckless
Now I take a few seconds
Before I grab on that weapon
Think about it
Think about it
There's some pros and some cons
Imperfections and flaws
Niggas did you so wrong
I'm a different breed we ain't the same dog