| Hey there, hey, how are you? | 
| Muah, everything cool | 
| I don’t know, I’m trying to see if you gon' like it | 
| I’m gon' love it, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey | 
| Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo | 
| My daddy told me this industry ain’t what you think it is | 
| And everyday you will be gone, you will think of your kids | 
| No matter what they throw at you, get your biscuit and grits | 
| Get your kibbles and bits, ain’t no riddles | 
| I spit see the devil is a shady one, he lay up in yo' crib | 
| And just when you find happiness he run away with it | 
| Then you back to the drawing board and don’t know what to do | 
| And feeling like you all alone and don’t know who is who | 
| But it’s just like you, it’s just like me, it’s simply, it’s 1 and 2 | 
| It’s just like 3, don’t try to cuff it, let it flow and let it breathe | 
| And if you love it let it go and let it leave and if it’s so | 
| It come back running then you embrace | 
| Don’t be like any other woman and turn your face | 
| Just shake it off like it ain’t nothing and hold your weight | 
| 'Cos pain make your heart toughen, it cant break you | 
| They say 'cos you got a kid, you done did it big | 
| What, you tryna live? | 
| (They say) | 
| Think you doing wrong, they don’t understand | 
| Just where you’re coming from | 
| (They say, something here) | 
| Only people go | 
| They intentions show but they wont break me | 
| It’s like I’m all alone in this shit and ain’t nobody | 
| Trying to lend a hand to a bitch | 
| My baby asking why his daddy don’t love him | 
| Yet, I swear to god it’s like a bullet going through my chest | 
| I’m trying to make it by myself but scared of breaking down | 
| I slit my wrist and tell god to come and take me now | 
| See it’s a battle wit my body and I’m losing bad | 
| I got a boy, dark child and don’t know who the dad | 
| That shit is sad but we pushing on through the struggle | 
| Why bitches be up in the streets if they don’t fucking hustle | 
| That’s for them knuckleheads, boy, I put that on my uncle | 
| I’m from the side of tracks where niggas in the black’ll truck you | 
| Act like a bitch and put it down for the gang sign | 
| (Something) | 
| With these niggas at the same time | 
| A thin line between the hood and the hood fad | 
| Don’t let the game take me out | 
| I’m taking out the game that’s on them thangs | 
| They say 'cos you got a kid, you done did it big | 
| What, you tryna live? | 
| (They say) | 
| Think you doing wrong, they don’t understand | 
| Just where you’re coming from | 
| (They say, something here) | 
| Only people go | 
| They intentions show but they wont break me | 
| It’s like I go too hard for the people | 
| And every time I hit the booth I’m just promoting evil | 
| And I don’t wanna send the wrong message to tha kids | 
| But what about my niggas lock up and doing bids? | 
| And all my niggas on the block ducking from the feds | 
| Just keep yo' head tied, nigga, do it how you live | 
| And all my baby mommas, hell naw, I can’t forget | 
| Don’t let no mothafucka tell you how to raise them kids | 
| I’m on the borderline of fucked up and asses out | 
| This remy got me spinning, think I’m fin’a pass out | 
| Father forgive me 'cos I’m caught up in this | 
| (Fair crout) | 
| But I don’t know no betta, see all I know is chedda | 
| Raised int he go-getta | 
| They say the situations drastic a cold | 
| (Retta) | 
| They say some nigga just got blasted was no sweata | 
| It’s unbelievable, them last days is gon' catch up | 
| Be tryna make it through the gates but he wont let you | 
| They say 'cos you got a kid, you done did it big | 
| What, you tryna live? | 
| (They say) | 
| Think you doing wrong, they don’t understand | 
| Just where you’re coming from | 
| (They say, something here) | 
| Only people go | 
| They intentions show but they wont break me |