Formula

Yo, yo, uh, yo, dead broke sleepin' in the truck, with the 40 tucked
Way before you ever heard of me I had the formula, uh, I had the formula, uh, yo
I was the kid that was always with my mama in church
Ain't had much but we made this shit work
Typical kids we was bitch on the first
My mama bought whatever we want
We right back broke on the third
I know my mama loved, uh
She know she raised a thug and she know I sold drugs and she know I never gave a fuck, uh
And she know how I gave it up, uh
Remember that time yo' boyfriend put his hands on you and I whooped his ass? Remember that, ma? Hah, he was like 34 and I was 12, audacity, uh, yo
I remember Christmas, I ain't never want shit
Just cake, Kev and lil' sis, I always knew one day I would be rich
It take a mind like this, and shooters that don't ever miss
I threw a couple thousand on the wrist, 'cause when you grind like this
You wantin' more, I put for mine like this
Nobody really ever gave me shit, I played the bitch and now I make the picks
I used to lay in the bushes now I sleep on ten thousand dollar cushions (We lit)
No more central bookings came a long way from cookin' (Whip)
Nobody gave us nothin' see these spots was tooken
Half a million in jewels we see niggas lookin'
Don't make a nigga push the button
I had the formula, way before you ever heard of me
I had the formula, uh, I had the formula
Way before you ever heard of me...