Hell On Earth

(Intro)
I ain’t boutta beg nobody to listen to my rules dawg, you either listen once or you make yo self a fool dawg, grew up in the streets where I gotta keep a tool dawg, nowadays they fakin always seem like they all cool dawg, listen up homie cause I’m really from them damn streets, baggy pants long socks and a couple white tees, and a couple white tees, look, aye

(Verse)
I ain’t boutta beg nobody to listen to my rules dawg, you either listen once or you make yo self a fool dawg, grew up in the streets where I gotta keep a tool dawg, nowadays they fakin always seem like they all cool dawg, listen up homie cause I’m really from them damn streets, baggy pants long socks and a couple white tees, and a couple white tees, momma couldn’t pay the bill my dad was never there, he treat us like an animal something like a bear, hard choices hella cries man life was never fair, remember couldn’t get some money for the book fair, have you ever had yo clothes took even worse yo own house? Sleepin on the floor with them roaches and the damn mouse, runnin to the store get some milk look like a cow, moms said how you get that money lookin at me like wow, she asked, how, do you sell drugs or you really have a job, I told her yeah but I’m doin better than my pops, she said son, you right, but the next damn day they cut the fuckin light, tragic, magic, all in one day everything fucking happened, did shit she ain’t like damn all I get a slappin, damn all I get a slappin, growin up I could’ve died you wonder why I’m like this, steppin out the house and my momma gave me kisses, drug addict, dead beat muthafuckin father, never gave a fuck so why the hell do I bother? Now I’m 16 doing things that I really couldn’t, if you doing drugs I suggest that you really shouldn’t, dope, coke, molly and lean, really take yo soul and you thinkin that you clean, now you tweaked up locked up on the scene, lookin back at times damn that explained my father, I was all confused he asking for some water, 3 years later now my momma livin good, now we look back at the times and the hood, pray to god we keep this lifestyle and the money, talkin down on people what you thought shit was funny, talkin down on people what you thought shit was funny

(Outro)
I ain’t boutta beg nobody to listen to my rules dawg, you either listen once or you make yo self a fool dawg, grew up in the streets where I gotta keep a tool dawg, nowadays they fakin always seem like they all cool dawg, listen up homie cause I’m really from them damn streets, baggy pants long socks and a couple white tees, and a couple white tees, look, aye, momma couldn’t pay the bill my dad was never there, he treat us like an animal something like a bear, hard choices hella cries man life was never fair, remember couldn’t get some money for the book fair