Murda on the beat so it's not nice

Hah

It's Gucci

Hah

I was piss poor, sleeping on the dirt floor

And we couldn't pay the rent so it's a notice on the door

The neighbors been noticed so what I'ma front for?

Using pennies for the bus like what I'ma stunt for?

Mama workin' like a dog but we still broke

We lighting candles in the house 'cause the lights off

The best thing that ever happened, I got kicked out

Bought me a Chevy, got a grill, now I'm gold-mouthed

I lost my daddy last year, I couldn't even cry

'Cause it's so hard to shed a tear, he didn't even try

The only person in the world I could fully trust

Was my older brother Vic, that's just how it was

Top in the trunk, this for Bankroll and Slim Dunk

I miss that girl Beasley, she was a real one

I had an artist that I treated like my own son

Gave him the shirt off my back and my own gun

R. I. P. to Shawty Lo, Mister Don Don

It's been rainin' so long, when the sun comin'?

I'm drop top but put the top up when the storm comin'

Sometimes I think about my past, it make me start tripping

I was gifted with a talent that was god-given

But I was so hard-headed I would not listen

Sometimes I sit and I reflect about that cold prison

And doin' pull-ups with a nigga got a life sentence

They gave my nigga Grant life, he only gained on me

Five years later, how we in the same room?

You go to jail, that's when you see who really love you

I don't think nobody love me like my auntie Jean do

R. I. P my auntie Jean and uncle Goat too

How you gon' judge me? You don't know what I been through

I think these killers need a hug, I need a hug too

You send a slug, I send a slug, you know how thugs do

But I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too

I'm just a work in progress, I'm not even through

But I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too

I'm just a work in progress, I'm not even through

Wop

Hah

Woo