Yeah
I´ma keep it real on this one
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga

Can´t let these niggas take me out the streets, I´m a father

Bitch, I got a son I love and a daughter
My kids gon´ show the same love if I ain´t have a dollar
Niggas pure bums in they heart, they should ask for dollars
I done helped a lot of niggas out and ain´t brag about it
Watch a nigga switch up for the pape´, I just laugh about it
Fuck friends, all that shit fake, they won´t crash about me
This case shit got me, I don´t even wanna be with cats on Daria
You wasn´t fuckin´ with me, I was broke, so don´t ask for nada
Had a white boy buyin´ dope that look like Frank Sinatra
Whoever knew a measly forty cell would get some years out me?

But I gotta stay strong for my son, ain´t no tears droppin´
Shit, at least I ain´t goin´ in broke, that´s the real problem
Still takin´ care of the fam when I´m gone, yeah, I still got it
Money don´t mean shit, really it´s the respect for me
´Cause I´d trade in all this money just to see Kwonny in jail at least
Shit, at least he still alive
Tried to help my nigga out, he backstabbed me, least I still tried
That nigga shot at me, a bullet ain´t touch me, but he still died
Still askin´ God why the fuck I gotta do a real five
But my right hand got twenty-eight years, it´s just a lil´ time

This case changed my life, just showin´ me it´s a real God
I know I seem to be alive, but I died on the inside
No weak blood, nigga, I don´t even cry on the inside
This the life I signed up for, so I can´t be mad
Less involvement on the case with more years, I can´t be a rat
Made a quarter mil´ ´fore I went in and went to sleep fast
Shit I know my family took care of, I went to sleep glad
This the last call and my bitch ain´t answer, went to sleep mad
All I´m thinkin´ is my head is  alright
All I´m thinkin´ in my head is I´ll be back
When them bitches let me out, If a nigga harm my family, I´ll be back

I was two days old and got adopted, I got three dads
Used to want a Jeep when I was broke, I went and bought that Cherokee fast
Ridin´ around givin´ knowledge out, it´s just me and Cass
Gotta leave my son life for a minute, he gon´ be mad
Mad as hell, I wish I had on a motherfuckin´ ski mask
But I´m only facin´ forty-four months, it´s gon´ be fast
You the type of nigga get a DUI and tell with your weak ass
When you locked up, you appreciate little shit like green grass
High as hell sleepin´ like a bear in my green bed
Thousand pills hid under the chair, that´s a beanbag

Pops like, "Why you drinkin´ all this lean?" I´m a fiend, dad
But who would´ve ever thought I´d touch a hundred K clean cash?