We sending this one out right here
  To all the young thug and young hustlers out there
  You know I'm sayin', grown up with their moms strugglin'
  In the hood yo' I'm sayin', ya know how it is
  Trying to keep it tight, you know I'm sayin'
  Geah
  
  Born and raised a black youth, no happy days
  My moms and pops went they separate ways
  Now she solo with half the dough, and three kids
  No house, a damn tight situation we in
  Hit the streets to look for work and pay
  So her kids can have it better than she had one day
  Try to teach me some rules, "Get A's in school
  Keep your head up high and don't run with the fools"
  That was the lesson, always listen to moms
  Bible she totin, always quotin from Psalms
  Young but I'm knowin' the right thang to do
  Know the things to say when times is blue
  Times is hard and really unfortunate
  I'm young and I really don't like the shit
  But I dream nice things when I sleep at night
  When I grow up I'll make everything alright
  Sing
  
  SOULTRE':
  
  I know it's hard sometimes
  But if you can make a way, you need to hold up
  I know a better way
  And if you can wait today it'll be alright...
  
  EIHT:
  
  Now I'm 15, my life done hit a split screen
  What used to be a good kid struck a bad gene
  Bad dreams, young thugs and crime scenes
  Skip school, saggin' my jeans and blow green
  My moms don't know where I get the shit from
  If you keep trippin' you know the outcome
  Laid up somewhere, or in jail
  Makin' collect calls tryin' to make bail
  Hell, and you know how I struggle for the cheddar
  Before I give it away better get it together
  My guilty conscience sayin' not no listen
  The other have tellin' me, keep a good intention
  Aw shit, a nigga need a mind of his own
  Too much to deal with, I really don't feel shit
  Young thug ready to take on the world
  Who made my life take such a twirl
  C'mon
  
  Chorus...
  
  Now my situation's changed, no chains remain
  Now I try to check out the game and cause pain
  Long live the days of homeboys and straps
  Gang of tombstones for the ones that caught caps
  Make snaps off raps, reminiscin' of days
  Good part is shot up while 'More Bounce' plays
  Missin the days sometimes, but keeps my eyes on the future
  Keep my hands on my heat cause niggas might shoot ya
  Rob a nigga blind, just like Stevie
  I used to do the same when a nigga was greedy
  But my come-up was wrong, flipped it, now it's strong
  Now I clocks snaps, keep the street shit in my songs
  Trying to make it up on a stage from doin' a bid
  Trying to make a better way like she did for my kids
  Right now watch out, keep my nose to the grind
  Yeah boy, this world is mine
  Geah
  
  Chorus...