[Intro]

Living proof my nigga

Yea

Yea

Kurupt

It’s Youngin, this real rap

Trap, trap, trap

[Verse 1: Kurupt]

Look, I remember waitin on the 1st and 15th for some food stamps

And if you didn’t had J’s went in the cool camp

Me and Murda went to Graystood Elementary

We was thuggin young, bangin on our enemies

Granny raised me nigga but I took care of myself

Way back when I had to hug my father through a cell

And I respect for tryna feed a nigga

But it wasn’t easy growin up without no father figure

But I love him, when he came home I jumped into his arms

And I hugged him, and some tears fell down

He asked what’s wrong and I said nothing

I still remember my granny telling me Yungin get the dough

When I opened it was my father standing there with some locals

Haha, with a Jerry curl

One of the best days of my life nigga

Yea, uh, look

And I ain’t never been that nigga on that tough act

It’s NY City, any nigga can get busted

And nowadays the OG’s don’t get respect no mo

Young nigga strapped up, won’t hesitate to let him blow

Niggas got a problem with you, they won’t even let you know

Be all up in yo face nigga

Real one to poke a ho

Yea, so if you hatin on a nigga

There’s something I have to let you know nigga

Look

[Hook]

Even though you hatin on a nigga

I be wishin for the best for you nigga

I am no hater, I ain’t hatin on no nigga

So I just pray for you hatin ass niggas

[Verse 2: Yung JR]

Nah, it’s consensual with elephants and monesters

I’m smashin through the hood with all my little youngsters

My big homie, taught me bout the way of life

Heavy back accounts and now slide it twice

When my mama passed, my life crashed

Head on collision and then my mind collapsed

I’m thinking bout coca sacks, Cadillacs

Quarter sacks, doin about 100 racks

I told er mama look, one day I’ll get it

I got the hood behind me mama and they all with it

Yall niggas gimmicks, I’m livin proof

See I really lived it, in and out the booth

I’m bout to get this can nigga out the business

I love all my hoes, can’t live without the bitches

And yea them still

No matter what and how I feel

Money motivation, get it close and bang the pavement

The party crazy, gang affiliates about to some chasin

Money boys love the hood, bless the natures and the Matrix

I could make you hate the way you take it ‘cause you niggas fake it

Yea, you niggas fake it

And a nigga like me, I can’t take it

My thought process, I am thoughtless

And it’s like time, I’m living thoughtless

All these years that I’ve fought stress

To get me this note and this sport tress

Whirlpool go tacks

Bitch nigga, bitch nigga

[Hook]

Even though you hatin on a nigga

I be wishin for the best for you nigga

I am no hater, I ain’t hatin on no nigga

So I just pray for you hatin ass niggas