I hate this generation, fuck perpetrating my damn spot Saying silly sentences hoping to see my fans pop Life that y'all be faking, the real one it got my man shot Somehow I survived, but still hate the blessing like Hancock Losing all my life, y'all really think that I feel fear? Watch a mother bang on a casket, now you've seen real tears Talk at night to God, I wonder whether he still hear Many want me dead, but muthafucka I'm STILL HERE Now I move alone, surrounded, by all these lame jerks My brain hurts; heart vein burst, can't tell which pains worse Someone sent some killers, but they left in the same hearse Next time you get shooters make sure them fuckers can aim first Come at the king, you best not miss, best not risk Ending up, well I should best not list It's hard to explain, the shit that troubles my conscious I hate the way y'all moving, I'm sick of all the nonsense Rich kids, yelling GANG, while they fly overseas While I've had like twelve brothers that done died over Cs Twenty more ain't coming home, and will never see the sun And half of them is fathers that will never see they sons I'm lucky that I know mine, that's what I opine Caught up for no crime, but still know when its go time Comparatively, the life for me, was so fine I thought that shit when I was homeless, both times Cant stand the glorifying of horrors, that yall aint gone thru My nightmares and regrets, is shit you wish, you made a song to Yeah I got the glock, on the block thot, be gone If you ain't from the bottom then it ain't nothing to speak on It ain't nothing to speak on They told me no more struggle raps But all I know is struggle, facts