Born in ’82 
Den did more than a baby could do 
Mama had a c-section 
Almost died from a bleeding infection 
Pops on his own direction 
Heroin feind 
Syringe injection 
So many questions 
Felt like he missed so many blessings 
But when you dont cherish good things 
Bad things perish 
Now my mama like a single parent 
Pushin me around in this baby carrige 
Then hooked up in a crazy marrige 
Pop was down 
Not underground 
But then the feds 
I was 8 or 10 I said 
Evil men mislead 
Shot pops not in his head 
Rush to the hospital 
And I got in his bed 
He was cool 
From the gun shots 
But this where the fun stops 
One cop said check the DNA 
Listen to what im about to say 
My father was far from gay 
But diseases stray when your needle play 
And I need to say 
I use to smoke so much weed a day 
Just to keep them dreams away 
With my pops in his last days I stayed 
He taught me a lot 
But I was so young 
Told me to grow smart 
Never grow dumb 
Daddy died in 94 huh 
damn how much I miss my pops 
Told me spread the name 
Make my kids a cox 
Fug is what they called him 
I really miss him a lot 
But it don’t stop 
My mama use to hit them rocks 
Till she found the lord 
On her own since 13 
Workin 
Still tryin to find some more 
Never owned a house 
Barley owned a couch 
Crowded in the house 
Many in and out 
Mama had no doubt 
Had a lot of clout 
Life hit a drought 
When her son popped out 
Through the game 
True and remain 
I drove my mama insane 
From playin them games 
No father figure in my life 
After 13 
Always on my own 
Mama always working 
Spent most of my life 
Lookin in the curtians 
On to the street 
Not wantin to follow off in my fathers feet 
And my brother cant stop holdin the heat 
Real true meaning of a solider G 
He older then me 
I love him much 
But I really wouldnt know him such 
If it wasnt for them christmas letters 
Dont see my sis 
Its all real 
Hope that your believin this 
I never thought i’d be releasing this 
My granny died with my hand on her hand 
Danny died 
That was my closest friend 
Damn my homie did some dirt and got out of the state 
I stay up in the studio and out of the way 
No actin ill 
Mama cryin cause we back on bills 
And her back is peeled 
And her feet hurt 
Forced to wear them cheap skirts 
When she just want the best 
My old school homie caught 2 to the chest 
And my head , man its full of the stress 
Let it connect 
Runnin like water 
Runnin n daughters 
Playa hatas wanna see me slaughtered 
About the hate 
Do I mind? No 
My lil cousin get everything so what the hell he grind fo 
Everything my brother got he used his nine for 
In time though as time grow will my mind blow? 
I dunno 
Hope in God got a good plan for me 
Hopefully one day I got plans to see 
Grands and Gs 
Lands over sea’s 
Put my mama hands on freeze 
Now she can be everily 

[Hook:]
Most of my days 
I be stressed and burnt out 
Thinkin bout my life 
And wonderin how it was gone turn out 
Will I take a fall like my dad? 
Or be locked up like my brother 
Or worry and stress my self out just like my mother 
I got worries 
Movin in a hurry 
Everything is blurry 
I cant see 
Only thing that kill my pain is this hennessey 
God , why me?[repeat]