SSB - The Stroll lyrics

(Verse 1) Born ghetto/ Raised on a poor level/ Wondering if I'd pa** adolescence; the four devils/ Lust, Envy and Hate/ Jealousy so disgraced/ So I stayed on a righteous path and I know that you could relate, let's/ Take a stroll down this boulevard for a moment/ While I paint you a picture, see who I am if you want it/ Was a frustrated youth with a father figure so strict and/ He'd always give me a whipping if I ain't happen to listen/ My mother she was the glue for whatever we going through/ No financial benefits, she still bought me a Genesis/ Had me two older brothers, a younger sister a cousin/ And we couldn't get along but I loved em with no discussion/ Was a...straight A kid who didn't see what straight A's get/ On Christmases, wasn't seeing no benefits/ In retrospect...I was too young to grasp the situation/ Started hitting licks/ Kicked outta 3 schools for different sh**/ Ridiculous is what I thought at the time/ But didn't care so long as profit was mine/ Such a shame, but the thing was ain't thinking them consequences were mine/ Ain't seeing prison so it's all gon be fine, right? (Tim Nihan Chorus) Sometimes life will throw you for a loop, but um/ Still chilling trying to make it off the stoop, and um/ Still hustling trying to stay on my grind/ Life is crazy, trying to take it one day at a time/ Everything's gon be fine, Mama/ Everything's gon be fine, Mama/ I know...I know.../ Everything's gon be fine, Mama/ Everything's gon be fine, Mama/ I promise... (Verse 2) Now I don't f** with my brother, my father's out of the picture/ And mama's looking at me like I'm just a regular n***a/ And while I've done lots of sh** to give evidence to that statement/ What would you have done if you was in my position, I'm waiting/ For something to come my way, but it seems like it isn't coming/ And all I wanted was to have the finer things since a youngin/ Seeing all my favorite rappers all rocking the flyest sneakers/ And chains and rings the bling insane the game/ I had to play it/ I couldn't explain it/ Material sh** was plaguing my thoughts, I had to face it/ But for them powder blue 11s, I would juke a reverend/ Wicked thoughts of a minor out of control, I was so bold/ But it cost me a lot...was it worth it?/ And if my mama's hearing this song...I wasn't perfect/ But I had to do something to stop my stomach from rumbling/ So I hope for forgiveness and love... (Chorus)