When Master P had the hook up, I was learning how to cook up

Put my gun in my backpack and put the books up

Seem like every time you look up, I'm in to something

And every time I look down, blood spilled on the ground

Hidin' under houses cause the pigs comin'

You can look in my eyes and tell I did somethin'

We all livin' up in hell until the Lord come

I'll pay for this short walk in the long run

Thirteen on the block, I was so young

I mean, I could've been a doctor, I was so dumb

How can I play b-ball with everybody taller?

So I ball with the b-boys on the corner

I even had dreams of becoming a lawyer

Until I seen thе judge take away my father

Thеn I started breaking laws, breaking into cars

Learned how to sidestep and break a nigga's jaw

Cutting school with my mind on being street smart

Rolling blunts cut and crack up with coke snorters

My own family ain't wanna be bothered

Being left in the cold will make you cold hearted

They say I'm cold hearted, but I could give a fuck though

They say, Kidd, will you change? I tell them fuck no

So I'm living every day like it's Friday

And I'm living every night like it's Saturday

Second lining on a Sunday for my dog who passed away

Lord, it's sad to say, I'm cold hearted

I used to sleep from pillow to porch

Had a kid I was willing to abort

I love him with all my heart and give him my support

But I'm beat up from cases I fought in court

For all the wrong that I did, can I get something right?

For all these losses, can I win once in my life?

Can I eat more than noodles, some eggs, and some rice?

Eat my cereal with milk instead of water at night?

I'm trying to see the light, can I see the light?

Is my past too dark to make my future shine bright?

Can I rap about more than money, cars, and some ice?

My music is the reality show of my life

Everything ain't alright in a crib with no lights

Trying luck pistol tucked, as I roll the dice

If I crap out, I'm flashing out like a lightning strike

And somebody getting jacked out they brand new nikes

K.O.S., it means kill on sight

If there's a heaven for a gangster, may I rest in paradise

Because they killed Fat Rat, Tiki and my cousin Mike

They took Tyson and I'm dealing with this shit all on this mic

But i could give a fuck though

They ask me Kidd will you ever change, I tell them fuck no

Second lining on a Sunday for my dog who passed away

Lord, it's sad to say, I'm cold hearted

I done been through shootouts, fist fights

Ducking stab wounds from my baby mama

My life is a movie, thriller and drama

I know the beat about to stop

But I'm a mountain climber until I reach the top

I'm here to make my mark, I ain't here to take your spot

Nigga, whether you like it or not

Fuck it' nigga, Street Fame