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1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
I got tired of watchin', "Good Times"
Feelin' like J.J. , I'm standin' in the food bank line

My momma was ridin' on the bus tryna get to work
Early in the morn', it's cold and her knees hurt
She got a .38 sittin' in her purse
'Cause my moms was the King County Jail nurse

So how in the hell could you tell Mix
That I never lived this, when you was just a snotty nose age six
Young buck, just graduate
And you're lyin' when you say your street educated
'Cause I'ma veteran boy and you's a new booty

So stop frontin' to your friends like you knew me
'Cause you don't and you never did, kid
So f*** your respect and the s*** you claim ya did
To all ya real, when ya claimin' ya gang bang

Doin' everythin' to gain fame and get yourself a name
But I done seen my homies gettin' smoked over dice games
When you was still at home doin' nice things
Back in the days of turtle wax on Cadillacs

Life to a brother was hoes and macks
I had to come up some way
Pimp daddies and ex-Black Panthers used to school me
Why moms was puttin' in eight to twelve?

I was in the hood gettin' schooled on makin' mail
I can't let my moms die a poor black sister
Gotta make her richer
So tell me what's real, partner

Da-da-da-down for mine
You gonna buy me a motherfuckin' car?
So what's real fool?
Da-da-da-down for mine
You gonna buy me a motherfuckin' car?

Back when MLK Way was Empire Way
I was stuck on broke but I used to hear pimps say
Better get what you can get before you get got
Come up and snatch yours and buy yourself a nice