Poor me, dad was gone, finally got my dad back   Never that he wouldn't live long, they snatched my dad back   Guidance I never had that, streets was my second home   Welcomed me with open arms, provided a place to crash at      A place to study math at, matter fact I learned it all   Burnt it all, this music is where I bury the ashes at   Flashback not having much, not having that   Had to get some hollerest, you can holla back at      Holla that my Jewish lawyer   Do enjoy the fruit of within my cash stack   Just in case a nigga got to use his rat-ta-ta-ta-tat      Own boss own yawt, masters, slave   The mentality I carry with me to this very day   Fuck rich let's get wealthy who else gon' feed we?   If I need it I'ma get it however God help me      And I don't need no hook for this shit      I'm so for sure is known for shi   Stay out of trouble, momma said as momma sighs   Her fear her youngest son being victim of homicide   But I got to get you out of here momma or I'ma die      Inside and either way you lose me momma   So let loose of me   I got the rain our direction'll soon change   To live and die in NY in the hustle game      Hustle cane, hustle clothes, or hustle music   But hustle hard in any hustle that you pick   Skinny nigga toothpick but, but I do lift   Weight like I'm using 'roids Rolls Royce      Keep my movements smooth while maneuvering   Through all the manurers in the sewers that I grew up in   Choices we make trying to escape      And I don't need no hook for this shit      This is not for commercial usage   Please don't categorize, this is music   Please don't compare me to other rappers   Compare me to trappers      I'm more Frank Lucas than Ludacris   And Luda's my dude, I ain't trying to diss   Like Frank Lucas is cool but I ain't trying to snitch   I'ma follow the rules no matter how much time I'ma get      I'ma live and die with the decisions that I'ma pick   So fuck the haven for cave in, that's why we don't speak   Made men ain't supposed to make statements   End of the story I followed the code cracked the safe      Other niggas ain't in the game so they practice hate   Leave that boy Hov alone, why don't ya?   You don't have to if you don't want to   But don't say I didn't warn ya, oh      And I don't need no hook for this shit