growing up as a young buck,
there wasn't too much that i could touch.
and i was in a rush to get a taste of the good life.
and people told me i was a waste of a good life.
and i would not escape living the hood life.
but yo, life is hell and that that's grown to be expected.
the only way to cope with the pain is to accept it.
times is hectic, we grow up quick.
endure the hardships and watch our skin grow thick.
you gotta learn my heads as hard as a brick,
so can't nobody ever tell me sh*t.
and that's the truth.
as youth i hated all of you with a passion.
those who never stood in my shoes
would be laughing and cracking jokes
while their two folks raked in the dough.
x-mas 86' niggas had nintendo.
word is bond,
i ain't have sh*t...i had pretendo,
and at show and tell i ain't have sh*t to show.
this goes out to those who thought sh*t was sweet.
E.T.C. e.town concrete.
and yo, niggas wanna be down with me.
word is bond we taking over son, guaranteed.
all ya'll niggas fake.
ya'll niggas act too phony.
2 years ago you didn't even want to know me.
but now look at you, you copy my style.
you're lucky enough i let you still be around
to play your weak shows in you weak ass town.
we straight up beefing, when you see me i see you peeking.
you just mad cause' my team rose while you were sleeping.
center stage, took your limelight mad now you heated.
we're taking all your fans i guarantee it.