I hear Brenda's got a baby. But Brenda's barely got a brain
Back in elementary, I thrived on misery. Left me alone I grew up amongst a dying breed
Now how can I explain how this game laced me, plus with this fame I got enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed
I smoke a blunt to take the pain out and if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out
When I was young, me and my mama had beef. 17 years old, kicked out on the streets
I take a shot of Hennessy, now I'm strong enough to face the madness. Nickel bag full of cess weed laced with hash
My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes. My lyrics explode on contact, gamin' you hoes
Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back. I couldn't trust my own homies, just a bunch of dirty rats
Are you confused? You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside the shoes of a nikka who don't have a thing to lose
My family tree consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers. Strugglin', known to hustle screaming, "fukk they feelings!"
I wake up early in the mornin', mind state so military. Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a young brother buried
Pac was surgical with those opening bars