Ain tryna be cocky but the watches in my pockets got the baggies like I'm gladis know my moma hate my fucking daddy cause he made me a bastard I'm baller not a trapper I eat pussy I get baskets left my chain on the dresser how could you finnese em when he so damn humble and the T stand for trouble. All this pain for my brother ain no pain in my struggle I got hustle I muscle I want tussle call up 4 for the money call up ri for the honey how my homies turn to busters had to catch up for the mustard keep a dick for my hustle let it sing just like usher. Too much pain in this story lost Eugene lost lil corey shaq kobe robert horry ring 3 we be the odds.