Verse 1:   I was born a poor black kid, Pops doin' a bid   ran down tenement, barely no food in the fridge   My Moms dukes had to raise my on her own   all alone, never had a Father home   I remember clear as day seein' my Mother pray   hopin' I don't be like my Pops and go the other way   but you get tired of your pockets bein' empty   gear skimpy, yo the peer pressure tempt me   at Thirteen had to get my by all means   sellin' to fiends, Pops up State raisin' Hell in the Greens   fuck that, I'm'a hustle, I can't see my Momma struggle   in these Harlem streets drama loves you.      Chorus - Some niggas may have, some niggas may not have, but God bless   the child who holds his own, who holds his own.       Verse 2:   Never was a stray A student   always played hookie, gettin' buddhad   dropped out of High school, the streets raised me   runnin' 'round holdin' heat crazy   My Pops played me, left when I was a Baby   perhaps he hate me, why the Mothafucka make me?   why the Hell is life like this? Trife like this?   sometimes I wanna slice my wrist   found out I had a gift and thought twice 'bout shit   now I'm changin', whole like re-arrangin'   left the crack game'n for the rap game'n   ain't exactly where I wanna be but I ain't complainin'   maintainin', focus on my money and my fame'n   entertainin', risin' to the top since I came in   blazin', and I ain't goin' nowhere yo I'm remainin'      Chorus       Verse 3:   Man, I miss them niggas who got clapped for tryin' to get them figures   everybody leavin'    they say thugs go to Hell when we stop breathin', and I believe 'em   and I ain't tryin' to be there, I got mouths to feed   love my seeds, look just like me   dress like me, gotta be the best like me   raise 'em up right so they won't be stressed like me   gotta be there for them, not no Penetentiary   think back, sippin' Remy, maybe Henessey   nigga ballin' now, gotta say one love to Heavy-D      Chorus 2X