Sabrina's baby boy, Straight outta Southside Queens, Curtis to the family, Boo-Boo to the streets, 12-year old drug-dealin, Better than robbin and stealin, If only mama were by my side, Would she approve of what I turned into, Love grandma and grandpa, But they don't understand what I'm goin through, Street hustlers were my father-figures, My guardians, my guidance, To achieve true success, The only virtue needed is patience, Went from nickel to dime-bags, Grams to ounces to keys, Served dope, coke and crack, Wish I had Whitney as a customa', Woulda slapped that bitch like, "Where the money at?" And shot Kevin before he shot back, A G on the rise, had the streets talkin', Sellin' crack while Mike was moonwalkin', Motherfuckers aim at the kid, Try to control your jealousy, Cuz I can't control my temper, I'm fitting to catch a felony, Got no issues with being perceived, As a problem even from early childhood, Mama told me I was immaculately conceived, Realized that even Jesus was misunderstood. The hood stole my innocence young, Niggas tried to jump me, Cuz they couldn't beat me one-on-one, Needed them to hate me, So I could use them for their energy, Shot me 9 times, My heart turned cold as ice, Nigga's couldn't finish me, Now I got a vest on my chest, So they can no longer stop me, Adding fuel to my SSK mentality, Protection at my waist always, You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun, Leave you beaten and defeated, Blast your head off for good measure, Take pleasure in having an itchy trigger finger, Quick to make an example out of any nigga, A new breed is on the rise, Time for boo-boo to grow up, Create a drastic change in the game, I'll always be rooted in the streets, But if David could go against Goliath with a stone, I can go at Nas and Jigga, Both for NY's throne. Ferrari F50, I gotta a lot of living, To do before I die, and I ain't got time to waste, Kicked the triple beam lifestyle, Continuin' the never-ending paper chase, Success is my new addiction, I wish the haters could take a hit of this, But my new money breeds new enemies, Hate a liar more than I hate a thief, A thief is only after my salary, A liar is after my reality, They say I've changed man, I'm getting paper, I'm flashy They liked me better, When I was fucked up and ashy, But I'm in love with confrontations, Obsessed with the altercations, Relentless, Be conscious, That when you step to the throne, I'll leave your career headless, An artist left with no passion, Is a man left heartless. Lived through my nightmares, Made it to my date with Destiny, Gave me a chance prove my worth, Without compromise or boundaries, When you see perfection within me, You see God, And when you see my imperfections, You see Me, Sittin' on Cloud 9, Mama was my beacon, Committed 5 of the 7, Deadly sins stated in the Bible, I sit and look at life from a different angle, Don't know if I'm God's child or Satan's angel, Still have frequent flashbacks, The cold shells piercin', And sometimes when it rains, The scars begin burnin', But even-though my luck was tarred, I always count my blessings, In the bible it says, What goes around comes around, Now it's clear that I'm here, For a real reason, 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, But he ain't fucking breathin'.
And the point of your comment was??? lol, If you don't like 50, then why did you even bother clicking on the link? Pointless and Pathetic
