I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I used to grind in the dirt
I used to cry to ´til it hurt

I will look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come
I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to, be
Said I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to be

I was never use to niggas that was use to
Being broke so I started selling coke
Times got hard was selling soap
Scheming just like the preacher in church he selling hope
Now I´m getting older, heart getting colder
Looking at my son while his head lay on my shoulder
Thinking in my head will I make it to see him grow up

Or will I catch a bullet from something these niggas throwing
Trying to take me out, in the hood trying to make it out
Niggas plotting on me cops all staking out
Trying to get a couple bricks so I can make a house
Close friends hating on me really trying to play me out
Damn, but niggas couldn´t deal with me
If they had blackjack my shooters would still hit them
North side of Philly where it´s real gritty
And dirty at where everyday they murder at

I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to

I used to grind in the dirt
I used to cry to ´til it hurt
I will look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come
I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to, be
Said I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to be

When I was young I started planning it out
My daddy got killed I was the man of the house
By the age of 16 man them hammers was out
So when niggas trying to hit me I´m just handing them out
Cause I ain´t trying to see my mom crying, and my sis mourning

So I´mma let this little Mac 11 rip on them
Louboutin sneaks watch the blood drip on them
For all the times I bled the tears I shed
Every time I made money it was here I said
And if my niggas asked for it it was yeah I said
Selling butter just to get the fam bread I spread
I got married to the streets and it was here I wed
Cause I was never used to being what I use to
Started off walking now the Rolls Royce a coup too
I´mma let the top down every time I shoot through
To give them motivation even though I know they hating

I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to

I used to grind in the dirt
I used to cry to ´til it hurt
I will look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come
I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to, be
Said I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to be

The man with the gold makes the rules
And one who makes the rules break the rules
Some niggas make it alive, some make the news
It´s either family or money, I hate to choose
Cause you need money just to feed the fam
The family keep you cool
Got a nigga on the papers still I keep the tool

Niggas heard I´m getting money so they creeping through
I keep my hand up on that hammer what´s for me to do?
Let these niggas kill me?
Try to line me up so they can rail me?
I´m just giving you the real me
Started with a dollar now I got it and I´m filthy

I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I used to grind in the dirt
I used to cry to ´til it hurt
I will look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come
I use to be a use to
But I never got use to

Being what I use to, be
Said I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to be