I stay all the same never change in the game I gotta get paid any way I could so I could get out the hood times in my life wasnt good no matter what I went through for some reason I knew I'll pull through though I use to act a fool as a youth hanging with the crew breaking rules in school staying out pass curfew always in trouble at home for fighting on lockdown in and out of juvi when I got home I was sent to my room preparing for the ass whipping then being grounded seemed like a normal routine all the shit I put my family through still they didn't give up or loose faith in me they really did the best to raise us up right for some reason I was I was the choosing one to be a designated fuck up all the shit that I did as a kid now I look back I think damb I was on the path as a outkast even my FAM said there suprised I'm not dead the route I was heading was self destruction me and my bois was out kicking up ruckus doing dirt bad on the streets it was eaither me or them on a trip to no return every cornet we turned funk was on constantly from so many niggas we made our enemies everyday we had to knuckle up with motha fuckas from many turfs these streets has no remorse one false move niggas was quick to knock u off course I i remained with my feet glider to the concrete I lost a bunch of homies on the block u know how that goes when living in the ghetto full of cut throats u ever know what's going to happen when out hustling