Sob Story

I come from the trenches where niggaz ain't even have a pot to piss in
Have to pray to make it through the
day, we calling talking into existence
They'll never know why we hustle,
is it either that, or go off the deep end
They'll never know our struggle, but wonder why we always on defense
I ain't even about to pretend life been great cause it hasn't
Recovered from all the damage, so you can miss me like a pageant
I don't wanna hear your sob story, got one of my own damn it
It's just the way it get handled, let's just start a man up challenge

Everybody been through something, not everybody but most of us
A few born wit a silver spoon, a lot more to the coke lovers
Some will never know struggle, a lot more know it first hand
What you know about having a parent,
that's on the bass like they in a church band
Being manish on back on the church
van, know about girls but don't know God
Barely even know how to read, but can hit a block up and sell hard
Emotionally scared, little baby, trying to get four pockets full
I swear that shit a drive you crazy, trying to get 4 pockets full
In deep shit no bull, u gotta push when they pull
Now you a black sheep in the concrete jungle wit the wolves
It's survival of the fittest, it aint bout who keep it the realest
When it come down to it who really gone do it and handle they business

I come from the trenches where niggaz ain't even have a pot to piss in
Have to pray to make it through the
day, we calling talking into existence
They'll never know why we hustle,
is it either that, or go off the deep end
They'll never know our struggle, but wonder why we always on defense
I ain't even about to pretend life been great cause it hasn't
Recovered from all the damage, so you can miss me like a pageant
I don't wanna hear your sob story, got one of my own damn it
It's just the way it get handled, let's just start a man up challenge

Never cry over spill milk, just change the way that you do shit
Everybody ain't gone make the trip, some gonna miss the cruise ship
Am I selfish, for me putting me first, I been off of that crew shit
I don't bang so it's no gang, I leave the beef Ruth Chris
Answer calls like who this, I dont even save numbers no more
Same niggaz I would post wit, with a pack, in front of Ms Davis store
I dont even really see them no more, is it growth hell probably so
Or was it all a facade, just a mirage I'll probably never know
ALOT of shit that the street dont prepare
you for, like niggaz rat and snitching on bros
Believe it or not it was probably
whore, you took the shot and he wanted score
You ain't real cause you from the
hood, let's not get that misunderstood
This real life though, not a movie and you are not Blair Underwood

I come from the trenches where niggaz ain't even have a pot to piss in
Have to pray to make it through the
day, we calling talking into existence
They'll never know why we hustle,
is it either that, or go off the deep end
They'll never know our struggle, but wonder why we always on defense
I ain't even about to pretend life been great cause it hasn't
Recovered from all the damage, so you can miss me like a pageant
I don't wanna hear your sob story, got one of my own damn it
It's just the way it get handled, let's just start a man up challenge