I hate this generation, fuck perpetrating my damn spot
Saying silly sentences hoping to see my fans pop
Life that y'all be faking, the real one it got my man shot
Somehow I survived, but still hate the blessing like Hancock
Losing all my life, y'all really think that I feel fear?
Watch a mother bang on a casket, now you've seen real tears
Talk at night to God, I wonder whether he still hear
Many want me dead, but muthafucka I'm STILL HERE
Now I move alone, surrounded, by all these lame jerks
My brain hurts; heart vein burst, can't tell which pains worse
Someone sent some killers, but they left in the same hearse
Next time you get shooters make sure them fuckers can aim first
Come at the king, you best not miss, best not risk
Ending up, well I should best not list
It's hard to explain, the shit that troubles my conscious
I hate the way y'all moving, I'm sick of all the nonsense
Rich kids, yelling GANG, while they fly overseas
While I've had like twelve brothers that done died over Cs
Twenty more ain't coming home, and will never see the sun
And half of them is fathers that will never see they sons
I'm lucky that I know mine, that's what I opine
Caught up for no crime, but still know when its go time
Comparatively, the life for me, was so fine
I thought that shit when I was homeless, both times
Cant stand the glorifying of horrors, that yall aint gone thru
My nightmares and regrets, is shit you wish, you made a song to
Yeah I got the glock, on the block thot, be gone
If you ain't from the bottom then it ain't nothing to speak on
It ain't nothing to speak on
They told me no more struggle raps
But all I know is struggle, facts