All I do is speak the truth, so don't judge me by my lies I weigh about a buck forty, don't judge me by my size I glox just like Michael J. Fox's family tie Cause it'll make a family cry, why? A lot of questions just ain't answered Problems ain't resolved Like who you drag? Really a gang member or just involved? Y'all can be the boss of the bosses, I be the cause of the causes I ride from the rich to give to the less fortunate Y'all about a thousand whips and then you rap some foster *** I about a thousand kicks and give to the young orphanage When I was young I was a soft kid till I snapped And they couldn't get me off a kick cause he sold my mom's crack In fact, I caught a case beyond that I couldn't face my mom's crack addiction cause I was way beyond that But, I face facts I got busted with the left side of my face My face back but I had to face that Real life *** My blood I had to taste that My wound I had to heal at In order to feel that Real life *** and still rap Cause my rhymes still here so I done fried a few pumps My mom still here but she dying in a few months That's real life cancer and doctors ain't got the answer I hope y'all feeling this cause I ain't supposed to be telling y'all this *** Like I ain't supposed to be selling y'all this *** but this is real life Like I ain't supposed to be crying over this *** but I still rhyme *** just don't feel right But I'ma hold on instead of holding my 4-4 long I'ma hit the gym and get my bowl on Sometime my hair gone And I don't give my pops pride cause he was dead wrong Pops, what's up? You know what? I don't give a *** The only thing I'm happy that you did was bust me out your nuts But nigga this is real life It makes me clutch my Glock real tight It makes me wanna fight but I get it off when I ride So these last few months my moms can live right New clothes, this *** might lose her sight *** it, she saw me blow I reminisce sometimes, I pull out old 40-0s It gets me stressed too, I could smoke up like 40-0s Sometimes I feel like walking with a mean bop Bustin' till I see cops, snortin' till I see slop Throwing a pair of flip-flops Take steps to the roof of the ledge till my feet stops But I need not I got a life ahead of me I got a wife in back of me At least I gotta see my seed drop Got me on a detox, so when I die Bury me next to the wheat crop So when I'm in heaven, I can give weed to Pac Smoke trees with Big, tell Aaliyah we miss her And pun, we had fun with ya I could've said