Yeah, I mean, M.A.D.E, no mob shit   Money, Attitude, Direction, and Education   Some real shit   Think about my hood one time, my hood, it's trippin'   Thinkin' I've changed, crossed niggaz   Where we go wrong      I'm from that two-bedroom apartment, Marcy   5-3-4, that middle building, yeah, they say it started me   I'm new to it but consider me young   Seen it all happen, ain't understand what was done   But, all I wanted was the fly kicks, fly shit   Little nigga but still kept a fly bitch   And back then it was love in the hood   Knuckle up with ya dog and fuck it, it's all good      Now, I'm in the crib rippin' up to go to war with 'em   Same little niggaz I used to steal from the store with 'em   I go and get 'em from school   Used to take the same bus, same train back then we was cool   I broke bread at lunch with 'em   And if mom's left me with two singles, then you know   I'm splittin' one with 'em, we cut school in the building I lived in   One floor higher, smokin' and gettin' higher      Damn, think of age, now we locked up north   It was like yesterday we was practicin' sports   Went from flippin' on mats now he flippin' in the box   Locked twenty-three hours up a day, he in the max   Ain't no lookin' back because this life goes on   We was kids didn't care about the rights and wrongs   But, nobody judged us the ghetto loved us   Streets, the only thing that ever took something from us      I lost a couple friends   But I promised and prayed that if I make it, Im'a see 'em again   I admit, I was wild as a child   And my mom's aint like none of my friends who use to call me Ismhael   My brother stayed on punishment, mama found out he hustle and   Found couple jacks, her plan she thought of flushin' it   Me, I'm in the streets I swore, never change   My brother caught a 'cause, I came up to do the same      It's all about my days   This is all about my nights   This is all about my pain   This is all about my life      This is all about my days   This is all about my nights   This is all about my pain   This is all about my life      I got my first work, about the age of fourteen   My brother fighting a case his bail was fourteen   Me, still hustlin', school not going   My clothes started changin', the money started showin'   My right hand was owing every hoe we know   She represent us through the ghetto every hood we know, yeah   He put me on on that traffic, though the money was average   I aint care I learned how to handle that package      Then, a body dropped, O locked for minute   The squad it never died, I was left to represent it   Took a nigga out his crib his name I aint gon' mention it   Know this hit home, I know this nigga listenin'   'Cause we was tighter than brothers where did the love go   I called your mother my mom's dog, I let the love show   This was supposed to be us   You was supposed to have the next verse dog   This was supposed to be us      And, you know I taught you the streets, taught you to pitch in   I gave you that gear got you all the bitches   I never thought you ever cross me dog   If they back me down in the corner, get 'em off me dog   Now I see exactly where we went wrong   When I spin through the hood and I see him, I keep it goin'   Now the ghetto lookin' at me like I changed   But, I'm still that regular nigga I'm still the same      It's all about my days   This is all about my nights   This is all about my pain   This is all about my life      This is all about my days   This is all about my nights   This is all about my pain   This is all about my life