[Intro]

(Run that shit up, Robbie)

[Verse]

Mama tryna stop the way I'm livin'

When they came through without you, they into dissing

I done broke my mama heart and tried to fix it

Struggled with payin' the bills, said, "Shit, we livin'"

I was really in the streets, poor hustlin'

Tryna make them ends meet, more money

I was really in the heat, so bummy

Ayy, ayy, they can't tell me I ain't do it 'cause I really did

Havin' dreams of all my nightmares, feelin' like a kid

I never really meant it for it to go like this

R.I.P. my big cuz, man, long live Chris

All these other whack rappers ain't built like this

I swear to God it wasn't supposed to be like this

Caveman, baby, yeah, I came up from the bottom

Said she like a ghetto boy, she lookin' like a model

And I never found my answers at the bottom of a bottle

Lot these niggas fakes, if he trippin', we gon' squabble

Got a nigga preachin', got a nigga singin' gospel

Leave your mama with no child, that's the end of a novel

I remember back then, I ain't have no clothes

I was tryna hustle, tryna get to the dough

But always had my homies, they done closed all the doors

I was tryna get it, tryna get it off the floor

Always had my homies when I really needed more