Little Joey pt. 1

Little Joey on the block Like he's ten years old He's got empty pockets and A thick bankroll He wants more Cause his mom is at home In the struggle She can't pay the bills So he gives her a hundred For food Like it's chump change Who's to blame Hate the game But he's playing And he's winning Other kids up on the block are getting jealous They all felons And they eyeing little Joey In a pinch they all telling Envy hate It's all one in the same Try to vibrate high Before it ends too late Around five little Joey sold his last pack Zipping up his knapsack Put it on his shoulder and they ran up with a black mac Thanks for the bag little Homie let me have that Ran off with his grocery money And the knapsack Inside he turned cold Damn Ain't shit funny Went home Got his mom's gun Nose been running Took a look at it I'ma get that knapsack back And the crook who had it Going to feel his fucking wrath yeah Little Joey on the block with no fear in his eyes He's no longer a kid cause he wears a disguise He's the man now Following the plan now Spent his time getting his revenge Until it ran out