Mama how you figure I'm a nigga destined for pain Ms. Peaches(You Ain't never gonna change)
Verse 1:
Up early in the mornin' Runnin' out the crack house The Grimm Reaper, tried to blow my back out (You feel me) Is there a Heaven for a Thug with Thug ways I'm searchin' for some better days Pappa was a Rollin' Stone, Pappa wasn't home Me, moms and the kids stuck at home I said fuck that, I'mma get paid I'mma get me a ticket to the streets And work my way to a Key Cause I'ma HUSTLA, JACK OF THE JACKA'S Make moves with Thugs Make moves where niggas show me love I'm from NEW ORLEANS, where we be ballin' Listen to the lyrics boy THE STREETS BE CALLIN' Some on the set tryin' to set me up and wet me up But these days I be's like I don't give a fuck We can all get buck, that's my mentallity I'll bring you back to reality (Hey) Keep it on the low-low Pass me the dow-dow Disrespect boy, that's a no-no I see through you You use to be TRU to TRU to you but never TRU to TRU Keep it real, guard yo grill I do em' like Mike Vick I'm on some Bout It, Bout It shit I got a rowdy, rowdy clique I'm stuck in the game, deep in the game Fuck Fame, I Aint Never Gone Change.