Worries

Born in '82

Den did more than a baby could do

Mama had a c-section

Almost died from a bleeding infection

Pops on his own direction

Heroin feind

Syringe injection

So many questions

Felt like he missed so many blessings

But when you dont cherish good things

Bad things perish

Now my mama like a single parent

Pushin me around in this baby carrige

Then hooked up in a crazy marrige

Pop was down

Not underground

But then the feds

I was 8 or 10 I said

Evil men mislead

Shot pops not in his head

Rush to the hospital

And I got in his bed

He was cool

From the gun shots

But this where the fun stops

One cop said check the DNA

Listen to what im about to say

My father was far from gay

But diseases stray when your needle play

And I need to say

I use to smoke so much weed a day

Just to keep them dreams away

With my pops in his last days I stayed

He taught me a lot

But I was so young

Told me to grow smart

Never grow dumb

Daddy died in 94 huh

damn how much I miss my pops

Told me spread the name

Make my kids a cox

Fug is what they called him

I really miss him a lot

But it don't stop

My mama use to hit them rocks

Till she found the lord

On her own since 13

Workin

Still tryin to find some more

Never owned a house

Barley owned a couch

Crowded in the house

Many in and out

Mama had no doubt

Had a lot of clout

Life hit a drought

When her son popped out

Through the game

True and remain

I drove my mama insane

From playin them games

No father figure in my life

After 13

Always on my own

Mama always working

Spent most of my life

Lookin in the curtians

On to the street

Not wantin to follow off in my fathers feet

And my brother cant stop holdin the heat

Real true meaning of a solider G

He older then me

I love him much

But I really wouldnt know him such

If it wasnt for them christmas letters

Dont see my sis

Its all real

Hope that your believin this

I never thought i'd be releasing this

My granny died with my hand on her hand

Danny died

That was my closest friend

Damn my homie did some dirt and got out of the state

I stay up in the studio and out of the way

No actin ill

Mama cryin cause we back on bills

And her back is peeled

And her feet hurt

Forced to wear them cheap skirts

When she just want the best

My old school homie caught 2 to the chest

And my head , man its full of the stress

Let it connect

Runnin like water

Runnin n daughters

Playa hatas wanna see me slaughtered

About the hate

Do I mind? No

My lil cousin get everything so what the hell he grind fo

Everything my brother got he used his nine for

In time though as time grow will my mind blow?

I dunno

Hope in God got a good plan for me

Hopefully one day I got plans to see

Grands and Gs

Lands over sea's

Put my mama hands on freeze

Now she can be everily

Hook:

Most of my days

I be stressed and burnt out

Thinkin bout my life

And wonderin how it was gone turn out

Will I take a fall like my dad?

Or be locked up like my brother

Or worry and stress my self out just like my mother

I got worries

Movin in a hurry

Everything is blurry

I cant see

Only thing that kill my pain is this hennessey

God , why me?(repeat)