Music: Diego Macias/Robert Burgess
[Intro]
Run that shit up Robbie
[Verse]
Mama tryna stop the way I'm livin'
When they came through with that [?]
I done broke my mama heart and tried to fix it
Strugglin', we payin' the bills like shit "We livin'."
I was really in the streets hoe hustlin'
Tryin' to make the ends meet, mo' money
I was really in the heat, so bummy
Aye, aye, they can't tell me I ain't do it, 'cause I really did
Havin' dreams of all my nightmares, feelin' like a kid
I never really meant for it to go like this
R.I.P. my big cuz man, long live Chris
All these other wack rappers ain't built like this
I swear to God it wasn't supposed to be like this
Man-made, baby I came up from the bottom
Said she like a ghetto boy, she lookin' like a model
And I never found my answers at the bottom of a bottle
Lot these niggas fakes, if he trippin' we gon' squabble
Got a nigga preachin', got a nigga singin' gospel, leave your mama with no child, that's the end of a novel
I remember back then I ain't have no clothes
I was tryna hustle, tryna get to the dough
Rovers on my homies, yeah to close all the doors
I was tryna get it, tryna get it on my phone