sad to say

eleven years old

i was stealing clothes

momma selling weed

uncle selling coke

275

thats grandma's house

i done fucked so many bitches right on grandma's couch

i remember bumpin' dollars from my og's

now my og's looking up to me

oh

i used to hit the dipper

one day i started tripping

i lied to my mother

boy i'm glad she ain't listen

she put me in the shower

ran it up for an hour

gave me some milk

thank god it wasn't sour

she said you gonna be just like your father

a motherfucking dog and a robber

well i got his face and i got his ways

no memories but his picture and his ak

37 made me who i am today

you niggas wanna be street

this shit sad to say

sad to say

sad to say

this shit so sad to say

sad to say

sad to say

this shit so sad to say

i shot myself rapping in the studio

i got stabbed up at one of my shows

see the first part

don't nobody know

and the second part i was about to go

no i haven't been there and ain't do shit

layin' in the hospital

thinking about a new clique

thinking about killing them niggas

i'm so ruthless

i'm talking 'bout my niggas

almost died nigga

do you know why nigga

you wanna get drunk and high nigga

thought you was gonna ride nigga

click-clack and bye nigga

sorry i don't give a fuck

and you can love but don't trust

i'm from where niggas will wet you up

then go and hug your mom dressed in a tux

37 made me who i am today

you niggas wanna be street

this shit sad to say