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Yeah, we all have a story, you know what I'm saying? (I do too)
This is a story of a kid, might even be someone you know (uh huh)
So check it out, here we go
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No matter who we are, we need love the same
We look for things, hope they cover the pain
We all want the dream, turn our struggle to glory
So sit back while I tell a hustler's story
[Verse 1: Explizit Content]
Born March 15th, year was eighty eight
Sweetest little kid with the baby face
Like every other child, yeah he made some errors
Not having his pops turned him into a terror
His moms was there, he thought she supported him
Til he heard her saying she wished she aborted him
Grew up alone so he couldn't talk it through
Every day same gear that he'd rock to school
Felt embarra**ed with the same socks and shoes
Other kids in his cla**, he felt horrible
They'd push him around and they'd call him names
Kept it inside, no one saw his pain
To be a dope boy was his fantasy
Mad dough and b**hes under his canopy
Product of environment, what he learned was crack
Got a taste of the fast life, he never turned back
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Started to fight back if someone looked at him wrong
So much stress had him hooked on his bong
His only role models were the crooks on the songs
So he never expected to get booked for his wrongs
On the block every day, starting making heavy pay
New whips, fly gear, on his merry way
The girls who taunted him, sh** now they wanted him
But still a part of him, wondered where his father been
Not appealing to catch feelings, truth he was concealing
Game spit went over they head like a ceiling
Took his heart and blocked it, grabbed a key and locked it
Trapped in the jungle, and he wanted to stop it
Get out the city life, move down to the tropics
Profit was the topic, money in his pocket
His only protection, in a world with no affection
Capitalist system, down the wrong direction
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[Verse 3: Explizit Content]
Leading like a principal, made him feel invincible
He had his dream, but still he'd feel miserable
Tears would come, he couldn't hold em in
Saw his mistake, asked God atone his sin
Kept going in the game, without showing his pain
They was knowing his fame, not his soul or his name
Wanted out but didn't know the way to start
Should've listened to his teachers, he was way too smart
Should've stayed out the park, where he used to blaze up and spark
And the dames after dark, he would play with their hearts
Cause his was still frozen, deep down it was golden
Ain't know where he was going on the road he had chosen
Went straight for his gat, in the safe with his cash
Ain't know what to do, his heart racing fast
Felt f**ing alone, a few cups of Patron
Put the gun in his hand right up to his dome