He was born in the streets;
Raised by the hood;
Grew up knowing one thing
And that was knowing where he stood.
He was married to his money
But his mistress was the game;
Had to sign the divorce papers
‘Cause lately the money ain’t been the same.
If life taught him one lesson
It was to stay on his daily grind;
He wasn’t gonna *mess with any *females
When money was on his mind.
And if a *female got out of line
Then that *female got slapped.
If a player got buck
Then that player got capped.
Stayed up long nights
Wondering what he was fated.
Drank away the pain Plan A caused him
And spent most of his nights faded.
So he turned to Plan B:
Reached for the gun and inserted the bullet,
Placed his finger on the trigger,
Took a deep breath,
And pulled it.
It’s kinda funny, ain’t it?
When he came face to face with death,
How he started praying to God
‘Cause he thought he didn’t have nothing left.
When in reality,
He had every chance to make it right.
He just didn’t know where to start;
He didn’t know when to give in and when to fight.