[ Verse 1 ]
Times that is hard as a 25 years
Ain`t got a dime and ain`t seen a chick in a year
I`m catching drama from my mama on down
It`s rough as fuck, but homie, I`m staying down
Now I have done everything from Everclear to sherman sticks
I sold dope around town
I`d stomp niggas down
Rolling through my hood like a superstar
Turning corner after corner in my brand new cars
These hoes used to call me baller
But that was `fore I lost my grip, now they barely even call a
Player cause they know I`m broke
No Rolex and no Benz, just spokes (shit)
Now that I`m back to life, and that I`m back to reality
Got one life which ain`t shit without a salary
I`m spitting game so y`all can feel me
Man, I`ma make it out the ghetto if it kills me
And Lil` Jay will make it real
Y`all know the deal
[ Verse 2 ]
Now if it wasn`t for moms I wouldn`t have no world
You stood tall through it all, so you go, girl
I know things ain`t all they used to be
I had to slow my roll, see, trouble`s getting used to me
I gots to make you a proud mother
No more crack slanging, I gots to be a proud brother
And take control of my destiny
I can`t let these streets get the best of me
It`s kinda rough starting over but it`s worth the pain
Instead of getting stuck with the same ol` same
Stretched like a rubberband, busting flicks
In the pen for life with some off-brand tricks
Ain`t nobody knowin about the pain you feel
I`ma change my life, mama, that`s on the real
I pray to God He make you feel me
Man, I`ma make it out the ghetto if it kill me
And mama, that`s real
[ Verse 3 ]
No more playing mack daddy for you skeezers
I got one lover, I love her, so I`ma please her
And leave you tramps alone
Since I`m getting shit straight, I`m starting at home
Now which one of y`all was down and didn`t clown when I was sleeping on the flo`
My real girl, that`s who, that`s why I love her so
Got two sons and no daughters
I`m barely feeding both of my kids but I still gots to be a father
That I used to want pops to be
This ain`t no dis to ya, pops, cause you`re still my g
I`m on a long road to nowhere if I don`t change
Life with no crime on my mind feels strange
Working like a motherfucker, slick like a Benz seat
Backing off my old hustle, trying to make these ends meet
I pray to God he make you feel me
Man, I`ma make it out the ghetto if it kills me
And niggas, that`s real
