a long road since throw whips in potholes
Food stamps and shot holes,
Yeah, being broke for real
feel like you steppin' over high coals
hurt like a bitch when you stand ten toes
just like I'm Chris Jones
Now I got some girls with nasty habits,
Yeah, I took care of my momma,
he never got to see the kid grow
Even though he wasn't close,
he should've been with his son
when I really ain't get no love
I was searchin' for compassion,
it's too much to get a hug
But I got up and turned that passion
into rappin' bout the mud
Bout the action in them straps
and how we packin' all them slugs
I ain't never claim to be thug
I'm just a east side nigga,
bout my business and my guns,
I said I be too focused on this,
I get too trapped inside my head,
be overthinking bout the reason
I know they got me whether
It's all the year, my choice
So you gotta show me if you ridin',
if you ridin' then come on
I saw a lot of people fall
either died or started fuckin' up
it'd be hard to even sum it up
Yeah, rest in peace to Juice, Mack,
Lil' O to Biz Markie, PSC, and B .I .G
I heard Doom died that same night
Yeah man, rest in peace to past state
Thinkin' bout them class days
and wishin' I was backstage
Yeah, everyone I just named,
they made me who I am today
I don't ask you in a better place
I be too focused on this,
but don't be surprised to find
That someone you called my phone
I overthinking bout the reason
whether I'm right or I'm wrong
It's all they give my choice
They gotta show me if you ridin' if you ridin'
It's been a long road, a long way,
a long rush, a long ride, yeah, yeah
It's been a long time, a long road,
since thug whips and potholes
Before it's thieves and shot holes,
open cases, five dollars you
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