I’m out here with my niggas trying find a way to eat, Trying to keep it legal ain’t a way on the street, Dirty close on our backs and no shoes on our feet, Mama looking at the bills and her face shows defeat, When you low like this niggas use you as rug, Other niggas pick you up but they make you a thug, Mama crying now she know her son is selling drugs, But she know that it’s the only money getting in the jug. All these niggas wanna fuck but they ain’t thinking bout a child, And when she say she pregnant he say it ain’t worth his while, Left his kid growing up basically in the wild, Now his son a rap star and he coming back with a smile. I grew up among white folk but I’m a son to the streets, White folk say be careful who you meet, and who you keep, The streets say do anything for a meal, Down to wiping noses and going in for the kill. You don’t need to pull that trigger and you don’t need to deal, I wanna show you that this ain’t rigged even if that’s how you feel, Watch me go and do my thang with these god given skills, I give you my word that every word 100% real, I’m out here with my niggas trying find a way to eat, Trying to keep it legal ain’t a way on the street, Dirty close on our backs and no shoes on our feet, Mama looking at the bills and her face shows defeat, When you low like this niggas use you as rug, Other niggas pick you up but they make you a thug, Mama crying now she know her son is selling drugs, But she know that it’s the only money getting in the jug. I ain’t popped a nigga but that don’t mean that I won’t squeez, Put some wholes in nigga leave em looking like some chesse, Where I come from every nigga wanna catch some grease, I try and stay away from all that because my mama pleas. State took me away cause mama had mental problems, And I like to think that she tried to solve em, Daddy raped mama swear he gonna catch these problems, Get my niggas with me we gonna rob em and pop em, Spot Em We Got Em, We gonna pop on em. Birth mama still out in the streets I hope she doing aight, I Pray to god everyday If she feeling low send her some light, I tell these niggas if you struggling let a nigga know, Cause if you hit me up best belive I’m out the door. I’m out here with my niggas trying find a way to eat, Trying to keep it legal ain’t a way on the street, Dirty close on our backs and no shoes on our feet, Mama looking at the bills and her face shows defeat, When you low like this niggas use you as rug, Other niggas pick you up but they make you a thug, Mama crying now she know her son is selling drugs, But she know that it’s the only money getting in the jug.