street savy youngster with dreams of come up only to be stunted by a street niggas budget moms getting smacked round pops laying passed out needle still hanging and the belt that he wrapped round he done seen it all grew up in a trap house his own brother laying on the porch brains half out chalked it up to hood life he aint never tapped out at 13 got his own gun he can clap now still in middle school with teenage mothers seen hustlers pull up pick up teenage lovers his choices influenced by the fools he covets and every move made to pursue a budget theres no unity his crews his cousins but dudes that they run with a screw they mothers for that fast cash hood fame playing in the hood games sitting down for ten cause his boys talked he took blame