Better Man (I Understand)

Those that love me if ya'll leave me, I understand/ Made some bad decisions in my life, I understand/ Raise my right hand up to God, right where I stand/ I'ma go get stronger, return a better man

You betta believe it, you see me, how we creeped up outta Cleveland/ Get cha money baby, if not i'm gonna break even/I won't let ya play me your game aint even in season/ It's that thuggish ruggish bone i hope you know, let it be the reason I see you peepin baby/ But what are you really seekin'? Are you weak? Don't believe in me, believe in Jesus/ I'm a freak, but baby that's for life, and not a weekend/Go in deep and i can roll deeper than you/ Half breed, rock the mic to survive and i might not make it out alive/ I'm spittin' to save my life, tryin' to make it right, welcome to the world that we live and all that i did was crawl up out the slums for my kids/ So rest in peace to little Eazy, but your paperwork was sleazy/ And the black widow was horny, baby was gettin' greedy/My boys is 'posed to be watchin' my back, load up the guns and let's attack, but ain't nobody tryin' to feel me but Stack

Gotta make my money baby, nobody is gonna stop me/ I fill 'em up with that hot shit, bullets all in your body, betta watch me wicked posse, automatic shotgun/ Half of these rappers talkin', ain't none of them ever popped one/ Little kid from Southview, who woulda thought that i'd make it?/ And the people ain't behind me, my family gotta fake it/ It's that thuggish ruggish ruggish from Columbus and this is the way we play, spread your rumours i just love it/ Do it all day everyday, ride to the rhythm im gonna go put the pen to the pad now/ And i know ya'll feel me, I done been there, done that, from that, run that, comin' around and let me hit em with the rhythm, we killin' 'em with the sound, every city and every itty-bitty town, anybody wanna break me down?/ Nobody gonna take me down/ East 99 has been abandoned, Cleveland they show me love, they still wonderin' how i made it up outta famine/ Gotta believe it baby (Baby)/ Shoulda listened to my people/ Still runnin' from demons and evil ...

I'm sick of the drama, sick of havin' beef with my mamma, and beef wit my sisters, my brother got murdered over marijuana/ Bliss to be winners, strugglin', hustlin' all of my life/ I'm watchin my back, they already tried to murder me twice/ I smoked the herb that i like. I neva done coke in my life and why would i lie? If i did it, i'd tell Entertainment Tonight/ Ain't no slackin' in my mackin', ain't no shame in the game, it ain't no slippin' in the pimpin', ain't no crack on the brain/ you gotta be jealous of me and my fellaz, ain't that what they tell us?/ Sell us anything/ We helpless, gimme a little bit, that can help us/ We strugglin', jugglin', bubblin', hustlin', thuggin' up in the club/ Noone to talk to, you step on his shoes, you could get fucked up/ Papa he was a roller, with his pockets always swollen/ He met the dope man and now he on the block askin' "Who told them im sellin' them soap man?"/ And that's for all the times you played me old man, this is yo son, with a plot and a gun, check out my slow jam