it s lil snupe nigga that feeling was like no other it started off i grew up without a father i barely had a mother no brothers it s just me tryna make it out the struggle my mind gone just know that my daddy live in a prison but i gotta learn from his first so i ain t in that position so i mma grind and show my people is real tired of the project so i m rappin hopin i get a deal my granny prayin every night hopin that i don t get kill cause she know i m thuggin hard but i m focused on the meal the cheese that s what i m really out here chasing though tryna do some with my life but people tryna take it though money on my mind i m headed to the top school life ain t lookin good for me so i m headed to the block my mama want me to change prayin that i don t be another victim of the game tryna not to end up like my daddy locked in chains hard times in the hood made me wanna do better but still drove me insane everythang happen for a reason but it s only lesson so i just pray to god thank him that i got a blessin tryna make my mama happy cause it s outta stressin so i m handlin business tryna show a lit progressin this way more than rappin this the way i live the lonely nights when my mama kicked me out the crib i was prayin to god that ion t through go this longer but i promised it made me harder and made me grind stronger my hunger my dedication i grew up in the hood where there ain t no motivation i know people are hatin hopin ion t make it but they gon have to face it i m just chillin smokin blunts to the face being patient  i m from uh small city big dreams grind hard and i ain t nothin but eighteen said i m just eighteen and what s crazy my mama had me at sixteen but now i m comin through when that whip clean she had me at sixteen she had me at sixteen i grew up lookin for charlie brown but he was gone he left me out here in this cold world all alone and i ain t have no father figure so i was young acting grown and my mama washed her hands off me and left me on my own it ain t a lot expectin when you comin from the project want the money like rucka dax so i started gettin it poppin donavan on our waist tryna curse the hood rockin put the police in your life and the cells steady lockin i grew up watchin dub jones steady gettin cash so ain t want a job i just want to sell crack mary jane with my mama with mama with my dad so i put em too together and it was no turnin back j o n e s b o r o a bad place with most people don t wanna go have my hommies in jail all they out on parole with most mommas smokin crack the life that i live is thowed i knew life was real when my dawg cool died that been a lil minute but sometimes i still cry i never questioned god but sometimes i wonder why the people that i really loved always seem to die 