Alright, come on. Oh. Come on. I know I sound a little different on the radio,. But don't be mad, I'm just doin' what they pay me for.. I find myself constantly thinkin' "what they hatin' for?" but I know.
I came up in the hood, infested with teenage hustlers. Street grinders, paper chasin', scrapin' busters. By keepin' dust up noses an' caine homes, pipes an' cans.