They don′t know about the cold nights I spent in the city
Surviving on food scraps and a gallon of Remy
They don't know about throwing a whole key of coke in a blenderIt ain′t the shit I wanted it's just what I got into
They don't know bout getting kicked out
Couch surfing, homeless my whole senior year
Maned up and took it, I promise you ain′t see a tear
They don′t know about the bars
They don't know about a charge
They don′t know about it all
They ain't cooking wit the realist
They ain′t plotting on a million
If I'm Michael Jordan the whole team Scottie Pippen
They ain′t rugged like the pistons
They ain't see it if I did it
If they trying to catch a movie
There ain't a mother fucking ticket
They ain′t know about the vision
They ain′t know about commitment
They ain't know about the pie
Cause they ain′t know about the mission
They don't know about the theatre but this is where it begins
And I don′t want a feature please don't ask me again
They don′t know about the 3 am, below freezing, 9-mile walk to work
Whole family blow you off cause you ain't wanna go to church
I ain't say I got it worse
Maybe I got what I deserve
I don′t need your pity
I′m just telling y'all it hurts
I know I′m asshole off a liter of gin
If I copped it for 5 imma sell it for 10
Trying to balance all the weight of what I'm trying to forget
So I live my whole life like I′m playing a bitch
I don't know how too smile I just gotta pretend
And I don′t know how to cry so I bottle it in
All this money that I spend but I still lie to myself
And say that I don't wanna hustle but I got it again
I can leave the streets but the streets will never leave me
They called and told me Kurt got killed for no reason
2 Bullets strayed through the door of the regal
Stay alive, open your eyes little homie keep breathing
I fell to my knees
Raw Deff and Yung Breeze said the streets still need you
But I don't wanna be there for the streets, the streets evil
They took my little brother, how the fuck I′m supposed to feel
Man they took my little brother
They don′t know bout the all-black funeral motorcade
Scared to leave the house without a pistol below the waist
Call it what you want but umma go out the soldier way
In my mind, I been dying to go war but don't know the way
I ain′t say I got it worse
Maybe I got what I deserve
Maybe I got what I deserve
I ain't say I got it worse
Maybe I got what I deserve
I don′t need your pity
I'm just telling y′all it hurts
Just telling y'all it hurts
Just telling y'all it hurts
Just telling y′all it hurts
