[Verse 1]
Man I feel fucked up
The industry acting stuck up
Ain’t no place for a n**** like me
Gold teeth, gold chain, gold timepiece
I can’t be like Woodie Smalls or Coely
I ain’t here to be like K1d or like Grey
I was raised on the streets my n**** what can I say
Used to the drug dealing
Only ones I can hang with is thug n****
Now they want me to
Strike a pose , smile and post pictures
They say im too loud like Jules in Pulp Fiction
Yeah
They never let me in I bust in
They hate to book me cuz its D Cole plus 10
We don’t need security
I feel safe
But don’t come to close my n**** I need space
You can keep the p**** but really I need face
Bars and the hook all im missing is the bass
[Chorus]
Im just tellin my side of the story
Stand up guy ain’t nobody do it for me
We used start 20 deep up in my class
We lived for the moment cuz we know it won’t last
Before the year is over most my brothers in jail
17 left now there’s 3 in the cell
Oh well
The teachers what’s up
They don’t even ask questions
Father pissed off and the mothers still stressin'
Lil brother on the streets followin ya foot steps
He lucky cuz he ain’t got booked yet
Lil sis up in the clubs she with a baller
My other n**** locked up but he still callin'
We fail but we always get to bounce back
Brothers in the jail cell callin' me on whatsapp
Yuh
Now I got a wife and a kid
Im still thuggin
N**** thats the way that I live