I remember waking up for school thinking bout flows to spit

At the bus stop, 5 below; cold as brick

Durag over my waves for the hoes I get

Dressed as if clothes that fit don’t' exist

Walking hallways half-naked, frozen stiff

They had G hella thristy to make em moan a bit

I been a G way before Google Chrome and shit

Herringbone on my neck, car phone in whip

A 95' Caravan; we hit the road then dipped

But I was just a passenger, my momma drove it slick

And the phone was just a joke like a circus trick

Cuz it was only there for show, it didn't work a lick

The herringbone on my neck, I didn't purchase it

I caught somebody slippin, and to shine was worth the risk

Sticky fingers in my youth, if I wanted it then I grabbed two

But eventually I was simply stealing cuz I had to

Milk and eggs in my triple fat gooses' pockets

The same time the league champs were the Houston Rockets

I was a booster, there was nothing you could do to stop it

Selling products hot in order to pursue a profit

Then be in church pews ignoring all the foolish gossip

When mom passed it had me mad enough to shoot a prophet

At least he thought he was cuz this is what this man told me

He said my mother would be here physically to mold me

Into a man, and when I needed her the most then hold me

But in her opticals, the opposite is what they showed me

I swear this shit has only taught me lies

When mom died I looked deep into her glossy eyes

So God spoke and said she wouldn't die a day before?

And I'm supposed to trust in him, have faith and more?