Mcgruff

[Verse 1:]
I was born a poor black kid, Pops doin a bid
ran down tenement, barely no food in the fridge
My Moms dukes had to raise my on her own
all alone, never had a Father home
I remember clear as day seein my Mother pray
hopin I dont be like my Pops and go the other way
but you get tired of your pockets bein empty
gear skimpy, yo the peer pressure tempt me
at Thirteen had to get my by all means
sellin to fiends, Pops up State raisin Hell in the Greens
fuck that, Ima hustle, I cant see my Momma struggle
in these Harlem streets drama loves you.
[Chorus]
Some niggas may have, some niggas may not have, but God bless
the child who holds his own, who holds his own.
[Verse 2:]
Never was a stray A student
always played hookie, gettin buddhad
dropped out of High school, the streets raised me
runnin round holdin heat crazy
My Pops played me, left when I was a Baby
perhaps he hate me, why the Mothafucka make me?
why the Hell is life like this? Trife like this?
sometimes I wanna slice my wrist
found out I had a gift and thought twice bout shit
now Im changin, whole like re-arrangin
left the crack gamen for the rap gamen
aint exactly where I wanna be but I aint complainin
maintainin, focus on my money and my famen
entertainin, risin to the top since I came in
blazin, and I aint goin nowhere yo Im remainin
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Man, I miss them niggas who got clapped for tryin to get them figures
everybody leavin
they say thugs go to Hell when we stop breathin, and I believe em
and I aint tryin to be there, I got mouths to feed
love my seeds, look just like me
dress like me, gotta be the best like me
raise em up right so they wont be stressed like me
gotta be there for them, not no Penetentiary
think back, sippin Remy, maybe Henessey
nigga ballin now, gotta say one love to Heavy-D
[Chorus x2]
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