MASTERPIECE LOL

Now a days n*ggas dont now wat the f*ck the stuggle is
Huslin for a bankroll i was hustlin so i could live
They dont know wat its like to see there father die
With a blue face, needle in his arm so mad i cant even cry
60 mgs of oxy runnin through his vains
No blood just pill runnin to his brain
Now mom is smokin meth on her way to work
Mixin with tabs so her heart doesnt hurt
And me, i was left to raise myself
No pops half a mom livin in hell
So u fake n*ggas dont have the right
To say ur p*ssy *ss had a hard life
Cause u dont know wat the f*ck ive been through
Seein my n*ggas gettin cooked on the streets like a stew
So i figured i needed protectin, went and got my first gun
9mm pistol off saftey, clip extension
Just prayin and hopin a n*gga would mess with me
So i could take out my anger on the chest and then his knee
1st n*gga i shot was a blood name micheal brown
Only meant to shoot him once, but i sprayed all around
And i ran until my legs felt like they were gonna break
Then i sat and cried until i saw the suns rays
Told my momma and we skipped off to a diffrent state
So the 5-0 wouldn't see my face
So this is to them n*ggas who think they had it tough
Sit the f*ck down and shut the f*ck up