[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

[Verse]

In the back of my mind I'm Crunchy Black

Mouth full of gold like Project Pat

Slide through the hood with the glick in my lap

Tried to walk out the trap but they calling me back

Shoot the shit out your block and I'm doubling back

Them boys tried to tell you 'bout fucking with Pap'

He say he can cook crack, but I'm knowing it's cap

Paranoid, keep a shooter to watch my back

If I ain't had Perc's woulda hung myself

Put the stick to my head and shot myself

Sometimes I feel like I don't even got myself

Gotta sit in the mirror just to watch myself

They ain't teach me shit, I taught myself

When I was alone in that cell I fought myself

I was slipping and falling and caught myself

Seen a bunch of darkness whеn I called for help

I get high as fuck likе Juicy J, I'm a dirty-ass nigga like DJ Paul

You better not trust Papi at all

Do anything in the world to see my dawg

I up that stick, break a nigga jaw

Kick in the trap, take it all

Icy cuban on your neck, nigga, take it off

I'm better with selling dope, but I was good at ball

They always said "If you need me then call"

So why when I did, you ain't answer at all?

Sent you a text, let you know it was me

You ain't even pick up when the call was free

They say I act just like my daddy, the apple don't fall too far from the tree

I'm slithery as slithery can be

5.56 like Bruce Lee

My bitch from the gutter like La Chat

She told me, no matter what, she got my back

Remember laying on the ground, bleeding out my back

Momma visited me once, never came back

Pounds coulda left a nigga, but he doubled back

I'm here breathing today, I thank you for that

Bunch of crackers in my face, I won't talk for shit

Nigga, I'm tryna figure out if I'ma walk again

I was a gangster when them crackers brought me in, I'm a gangster on my own when I'm walking out

Spun the block on a nigga and walked him down

It ain't 'bout money, what the fuck you wan' talk about?

It's crackers parked three vans up the street, I know damn well they watching my house

I use the back door when I'm going in and out

Momma tried to tell me, she think I should move south

My daddy said "If you run, that make you a coward"

Remember he used to black on my momma for hours

Said he ain't want me growing up like no bitch, realest conversation me and momma had

She don't like me 'cause she don't like my dad

I'd give any amount of money to bring her back

I can stunt sometimes, don't even feel good

Seen three murders back-to-back, and I'm still good

Cry about it like a bitch, sometimes I do

Pop a Percocet to help deal with my mood

Where would I be if it wasn't for you?

I'm sippin' on Wock' like DJ Screw

We was raised in the streets, ain't no nigga father us

We shoot first, so don't bother us

I push a button and start it up

Walking with the reaper, Three 6 Mafia