I've seen my mamma cry for years tryna wipe away her stress. i ain't crippin i ain't blood i ain't banging for no gang the only set im reppin is my fuccing last name thats a hundred. i refuse to let them boys put me under i got a dream to ball hard ik they pray that i fumble gave my dawg all them years that shit made me wonder i gotta make it outta this dangerous jungle. man this shit is so wicked my little hommie died young there isn't a day i don't miss him. but that filled my ambition. cuz imma rider thug life survivor death to desiner niggas murda on the prada damn shame nigga used to murda for the product. peace to the fallen heavy prayers for the locked up straped up with tae thunder out the window spillin rain these shortes ain't killers they souls just filled with pain i never had a father so i looked up to the game. i swear its just a cycle ain't shit gonna change so im just tryna run up nigga get my bands right im just tryna run up lil Nigga and get my money right