paid dues

it's a skinny line

skinny line

yeah

oh yeah

oh yeah

skinny line

trapped in the trap

mom and dad didn't raise us right

no

mom and dad didn't raise us right

yeah

trapped in the trap

they were too young

said trapped in the trap all night

it's a skinny line between wrong and right

trapped in the trap 'til the morning light

ghetto ain't left me no choices

i had to fight

my mom and dad were too young to raise me right

maybe i been made a man for all the mistakes i made

niggas dead

niggas gone

i still ain't afraid

ain't too grown to get back on with the ghetto games i played

my life would have been done got cut off if the dues weren't paid

in the middle of doin' crime

it never stopped me from writin' rhymes

it never stopped me from playin' music

god put it in me

i had to use it

it was obvious

i had to give up the streets for the beats

not knowin'

but havin' faith on just how long that it would be

before i made it

before somebody picked up my tape and played it

with a remark like

hey