Coming of Age

Yeah You know, a lot of people get on record And talk about their lives And this is kind of a new concept for me But here it go Here's a little story that must be told About a young man starting at eleven years old Rebelling soul set in sentiments cold Home life stressing him so Domestic abuse, mom and pops wrestling mo Introduce drugs to the mix Chemicals blow Turn a bad situation into a mode I started picking fights Cause it give me control I wasnt no bully just a brother with a chip Had some brothers that were quick To rock another in his lip By the time I was a teen My mother had to dip Cause she was becoming a fiend A brother had to flip Went from fights I would pick To discovering the clips I was hovering a bit With the bussies and the dips Then my name started bubbling And buzzing on the strip I skipped hustling for the grips Cause that wasn't in the mix I was slugging niggas shit Running pockets for the kicks, cause In my late teens I was facing state dreams Chasing hate mean, make and take cream When me was eighteen The DA's case seem To keep A's day dream from crea-ating He was facing a sticky situation Beat a dude half to death Had a pistol on me too That attracted stress Had to situate my crew in my absence check I was a most instigated youth Most dudes in high school was worried bout detention Brother I was meeting with my lawyer trying to beat conviction Societies infliction, inspired me to listen To try and beat the system But I would be in prison And I and me was sickening The I in me was inching To finally convince him Then silently the instant That I indeed would sit with Was coming to fruition Guilty until proven innocent Lemme talk to em You think I would learn a lesson From swinging a murder weapon And bringing a certain essence To signing assertive presence in my records Cause I been there and done that You got guns I got straps These young cats who spun raps Is thumb tacks compared to a light sabre Back packer with street cred Bonafide mic raider All this tough talk, ahk Yo, its making me sick A bunch of fraud ass niggas who be waving they dicks Claiming legit They aint caught in the system Talking so wicked they aint walking or living Niggas ought to be sitting down Awfully spitting awkwardly riffing Bout crimes they aint even thought of committing Becareful who you crossing Playing possum is a popular trick and You aint even got the knowledge to be popping the business Ahk, I'm dismissing everything you ever spitted Lil nigga if I ever get you corned forget it Remember this one thing