It was all a dream I used to write raps in my notebook
A baby G tryin' to walk like Eazy-E
[2pac] was the sh** to me
In my front room tryin to sing Jodeci
My cousin Trell thought he was Ice-T
Minutes came out I thought I was k and b
And the realist n***a came to me
Lost daddy and it really made a man of me
Dropped school when I dropped out cause my momma need help
f** that so I'm out teenager with a baby
Then I had 2
Stayin with my grams at 1132
Walked in the streets were most n***as don't make it
In and outta jail man n***as can't shake it
So many people did me wrong
That's why I had to write this song
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They said I'd never make it to the top
Cause I come from the bottom
I'm from the hood were they make it baby
They said I never make it to the top
Cause I come from the bottom
I'm on fire and I'm paper chasin'
One shot for the Hot Boys
Them n***as make me wanna get a nine boy
Never thought I have cars like I got cars
Never thought I have broads like I got broads
Same girls wouldn't holler at a broke n***a
On my dick like flies on sh** so I treat her like a ho n***a
Lost some n***as in the struggle
The night I lost I, I lost my brother
Gotta get paid what I told my mother
Floss your rolex because your son a young hustla
Everybody mad while we laying across the street
Say we got rich off of sellin' that weed
Say the hood good if it good when ya get big money
Now the hood wanna do ya in
They say I be in the pen but that's a lie
f** my name up time after time Boosie badazz
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I'm from the hood were they don't make it
Everything they shoot ain't got no safe
Everything hood ain't got no patience
So, they do time for a stupid a** crime
Turf taught me grind n***a shine late
Years past by and I got that paper
Said I wouldn't make it they laughed at a n***a
Now I'm on t.v. a ol' bada** n***a
Came from the trap across the tracks where its thugs
Now I got a house 3 stories like a club
People still talkin' bout me but its all gravy
So many people love me somebody gotta hate me
I went from runnin' from the jump out boys to being followed round town by the binocular boys
Remember when I used to sit in front the game room
Catnicks was the sh** on my gamecube
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