It is I that you see
Little boys an girls, Revelationz
Why do the good die young?
An' the bad muthafuckas live fo' ever?
'Cuz nigga, we livin' on hell nigga
This is hell muthafuckas
Uh, all my life it's like I'm fuckin' around wit' the wrong people
Make a movie about my life an' it be a long sequel
'Bout people livin' off free-be's an' brick cheese
That's how that shit be's, out here you have to grind to get G's
No Bentley flippin' less yo name is Felix Mitchell listen
Little boys an' girls, my mama could barely pay the fuckin' rentin'
My daddy is surely gotta be somewhere in this world pimpin'
White bitches fo doe, he was a jiggalo livin' in women
He used to take me an' my village potnas to go swimmin'
He drove a BMW, they father drove a lemon
Nigga in the end my mama kept spendin' money on gin an' drugs
I had to sleep on the fuckin' rug where the roaches was
I hung wit' thugs always rollin' dice
An' pumpin' gas to get some cash
You had to store the coke, we mop his ass
My pops would give me cash, but my mama would take it from me
If I didn't give it to her, she'd beat my ass butt-naked homie
The only way I would see a movie was out wit the homies
I'm always bummy, had no money, they would pay it fo me
My daddy told me when I was very young
That he was on the run, I heard him mention
Somethin' about Colombians
An' I could come stay wit' him
If I didn't like the way that moms treat me
I jus' didn't like the way that moms beat me
Wit' Tonka toys, in front of my boys hit me wit objects
So I jus' got to sky the fuck up out these projects
I left behind my moms an' sisters so relentless
Never thought they'd get evicted an' be sleepin' on benches
My pops was on some pimp shit, sewin' up Frisco on novero
5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbow
There goes another nigga straight to the pen
By the age 10, done lived wit every relative, an' friend I know
Here I go again livin' wit' my grandma, then my auntie, my uncle
Whereever I go niggas would gank me fo my bundle
Swindle my check, wit Section 8 an' medical benefits
But me I wasn't gettin' shit, spend my shit on nay kids
That's what they did, fuck relatives
If I don't do my thang now, I never lived
Never gone get it if you sit on yo ass so fuck math class
I'm on the Ave wit crack fo that ass like son, like dad
I love the smell of money, hash an' zig-zags
Look at the back of my ass, beat the sag, it's big cash
Involved but we all get caught up an' sent to juvenille halls
Scrape yo turf on the wall, in county drawls
My mama abused alcohol, my pops an inmate
An' me I'm sweepin' halls to intake hate
My mama carried the weight, ain't seen my pops since '86
Every year, in an outta jail fo' crazy shit
So much shady shit done happ
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