Let me tell y’all about real pain memories Listen to this real pain story I was just a young jhit I was born on September 6 Growing up it was a scary site I seen mom and pops doing drugs and getting high all night I was just a jhit in a car seat When my mom had flipped over the car All my family inside Thankful no one had died I still have ptsd every time When we turn on the same road I was just a young jhit when I was taken from my parents I was traumatized Heartbroken just as child Never thought I would see light It was looking dark for so long I was just a young jhit I was begging everyday to see my parents But my mom was to busy looking like a mummy Looking dead inside My pops was to busy worrying about poppin niggas And looking bummy It was really funny They would still both try looking in our eyes And saying they loved us Like how tf you doing that When you to worried about the streets I was just a young jhit Thinking about death everyday Just rapping about pain Didn’t know could come with so much fame I was just a young jhit Beefin in school Mind on 100 Always on my toes an never runnin Them boys really ain’t out the window gunnin I was just a young jhit When my pops was teaching me rules on how to never get caught lackin Always stay on a swivel People be killing people Will murk you in the street no heart beat I was just a young jhit