Back when I was younger
Very ambitious but often blinded by my hunger
Some say I dream too big and my dream gon' take me under
Beneath the streets of Gary, will I make it out I wonder?
Could my obituary be the next they read? (A monster)
Niggas I came up with and fell victim to this dope game.
Poverty stricken so my economy is cocaine,
Ecstasy, herion, marijuana. Ain't no hope, mane.
Absentee fathers and dope fiend mommas got my hood turned out to the point that a nigga wanna go on and get paid.
Fuck sittin' on the bench imma go on to the next lid till I goin' in my grave.
Then I figured out I could make a living off'a making words rhyme, it was all in my mind.
Everybody in the G with their very own studio, nobody heard a flow quite like mine.
But along with the bank, got a whole lotta hate from the hood, everyday I would fight.
Momma can't sleep cause I'm way too deep in the streets, she would pray through the night.
Every rhyme that I spit, real shit, 'cause it's just a day in my life.
Niggas better keep a vest attached my testicles, they be vegetables, they gon' respect the flow 'til I won.
One for the money
Two for the motherfuckin' haters get my name in the game
(I'm screamin' Fuck the world!)
I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas,
Wear your finga's if you're feelin' the same.
(I'm screamin' Fuck the world!)
REPEAT x 1
Playa hatas -- Fuck 'em! (Yeah)
Record label -- Fuck 'em! (Yeah)
Radio -- Fuck 'em! (Yeah)
Ho, my shit still be bumpin'
Never change my style up for any of 'em, I'm strictly thuggin'
Lotta niggas made a name off bangin' and hustlin' but really wasn't. (Fakers)
I bill my name with no features or some expensive budget. (Shit, yeah)
Go for mine 'cause I cosign -- can coincide with the shit I'm bustin'
You see more clear when your pockets start to see that reduction.
See how true your crew is, never knew they was frontin'
And I bet a nigga told you that whatever you gon' do we got your back to the end
When I came up on the deal, niggas that I never knew acted blue, wanna come be my friend
Then the boy got dropped and the friendship stopped,
In a flash I was back on my own.
With a strap in my lap and a stash in the back it's a fact I was rappin' in stone.
Got back to the rap 'cause it's all that I got and the midwest streets need my voice.
I don't think another dude could to what I do so it seems like I ain't got no choice.
And the hoes gonna choose the dudes that come through, get 'em groovin' and get that shit moist.
Niggas know that I be runnin' them hoes and never lovin' them hoes
You be up under them hoes, I hear a bunch of them hoes and I'm runnin'
One for the money
Two for the motherfuckin' haters get my name in the game
(I'm screamin' Fuck the world!)
I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas,
Wear your finga's if you're feelin' the same.
(I'm screamin' Fuck the world!)
REPEAT x 1
I'm G.I. thuggin'
I'm Chi-town thuggin'
I'm Detroit thuggin'
One time -- Fuck 'em!
I'm N.Y. thuggin'
I'm Illadel thuggin'
I'm D.C. thuggin'
One time -- Fuck 'em!
I'm Inglewood thuggin'
I'm South Central thuggin'
I'm O-town thuggin'
One time -- Fuck 'em!
I'm ATL thuggin'
I'm Memphis, Ten thuggin'
I'm H-town thuggin'
One time -- Fuck 'em
One for the money
Two for the motherfuckin' haters get my name in the game
(I'm screamin' Fuck the world!)
I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas,
Wear your finga's if you're feelin' the same.
(I'm screamin' Fuck the world!)
REPEAT x 1
(Hahahahaha)