it s that man again haha some people refer to him as a hustla pimp or playa street life killed my daddy got my momma pregnant in the back of a caddy since i lost my first tooth i ain t been happy young wild nigga child why that boy is so nappy police wanna take him down used to be a playa but the coochie cost money he ain t too bright but he know a trap when he see one got his conscious in his pants with his gun seventeen years of rain foggin up my windows yeah hear the man it done been seventeen years of pain but i m still here though ohhhhh seventeen years of rain foggin up my window yeah hear the man it done been seventeen years of pain but i m still here though ohhhhh shoe box full of pictures all that s left of good times i stayed with my niggas some alive and some no longer with us how the how the how the hell do you pray for forgiveness rogaine keeps the hair strong but cocaine keeps the cable on i can t wait till my nigga jb come home why do all the real niggas stay gone so long seventeen years of rain foggin up my windows yeah hear the man it done been seventeen years of pain but i m still here though ohhhhh seventeen years of rain foggin up my window yeah hear the man it done been seventeen years of pain but i m still here though ohhhhh  what what yessir even though a nigga still in the hoo oo ood gettin drunk and smokin on woo oo ood i mma make it up outta this street life on the corner is where i stoo oo ood out there all by my self cause a playa gotta get this mil wearin fur ain t doin us no good flipping burgers ain t gon make you filled but i m still ten toes in this hustlin tryna make it hood rich and i still ain t trustin no bitch cause the motherfucka s always snitch it s hard in this ghetto man fifteen years old wit coke and cain cheese don t come i mma go insane snatch me a purse snatch me a chain out here on the block wit the fiends and the moon squeeze on the glock tryna pop at a goon he done stole me dough he took my food project wasn t born wit a silver spoon in my mouth in my grille wearin six chains then niggas get killed one in the grave the other in jail nobody wins that s for real back way when i was a runny nose runnin round up and down the town carryin a black glock and a gold frown i kept that product on me it wasn t no problem homie you said it i had it and met ya at the store for mo ney just tryna buy bologna but now i m buyin lobster still totin a glock but pushin a rolls royce and winnin oscars yeah three 6 mafia project pat lyfe jennings if you can believe you can achieve every day above ground is a good day ya hear me yeah seventeen years of rain foggin up my windows yeah hear the man it done been seventeen years of pain but i m still here though ohhhhh seventeen years of rain foggin up my window yeah hear the man it done been seventeen years of pain but i m still here though ohhhhh