x2] I never had no easy life what I become, didn't come from thinking twice, Put On everything (everything), everyone (everyone) Born to the prophecy the sun of the seventh son..
I was born with a forked tongue, to Spit the Wicked Shit circumstances made the motherfucking shit legit Even as a little kid I knew that would hate me My uncle tried to kill me, what they say helped to make me Lost up in my mind, I fuck with any medications Slowly time went from crazy into desperation Never learned to cope with feelings, Never felt a fucking Never gave a enough, so never placed no fucking blame Haters talk about me they knew something was choking out my friends and they knew that I was gone, I was labeled as a bad seed I needed therapy In and out of for drug abuses and vulgarities Sent away so many try to fix a broken child so mean, he's fucking sick, the little bastard never smiles. A lot of doctors teachers family members, had own say I wanna take the to thank them for the man I am today.
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When the devil came to Georgia, made his first at Covington Looked me in the eyes and told me son your the one Put - cha pen to paper, put ya blood in every line, An on my shoulder, put my blood in every fuckin rhyme. Been a little crazy but I got a way that I can Now I got people understandin how the fuck I feel. Instead of choking bitches out and catchin me a murder I get up in the booth and let the mic these bitches place. Many in trials n put me in a situation Went from in the back to preachin to the congregation. tried to douse the flame throw some salt up in my game Stab me in my fuckin back n I gotta say no names. Came from rehabilitation streets and pocket change Now I hit the road in people screamin out my name. I aint I make it thought that adolescence was the end. But I'm getting started, let the age of the crow begin.
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I ain't had no easy life. Everything, Everyone.