Hell

You say you a gangsta, that don't impress me none You say you a gangsta, ain't seen a thing you've done I do it all on myself, I ain't getting help From no one, from no one Yeah I'm young, 21, living in a crazy world But I know the difference between a man and a herb You frontin' like you got it, claim they hatin' on your wallet Gucci telling you the time and you watch it No I ain't stunting like my daddy, he's livin' with my granny Used to be a big baller, he's surviving off of gambling But I love him he's my daddy, yeah I love him he's my daddy Put him in a big house before I ever see a Grammy And my mommy started working days at the church Finding faith in God cause the real world hurts, so much evil lurks They just make us work but we can't find work Abuela, mommy and the girls in a one bedroom South beach lifestyle, they just paying for the view Mommy on the couch since she was 42 Sacrificing for the kids cause that's what mommies do So I smoke my spliff, I spliff it hard Candi says to stop, my voice is getting too harsh So I sobered up and my thoughts they rush And now I think of you behind bars Cross state lines, they spliffing good In Miami you catch a charge and the whole family tears apart