The street got no love for a young blood
His hustles are defined as his weakness
His everyday struggles the embodiment of his laziness
He's gotta make it no matter what
Make momma proud no matter what
He gets what he gets not what he deserves
Society's taken a big dump on it
His handiwork, the devil's work
He's gotta take four steps back to go two steps forward
He makes joy from the pain of others....
don't blame a nigga tryna make it out
Blame the game, blame the makers of the game, blame the spectators of the game
Call a nigga a criminal ... u don't change his hide .... u don't change his nature
Ur spite is juice to his scheme
Ur good words breed evil when they don't bring results
It's all a scam... the lies you bred is finally knocking on your door
Maybe if he knew the world was gonna turn its back on him
He would have turned his first.
You are a mirror to his doing , the replica to his notions, the mentors he never wanted , the father figures he never knew he had,
he is just doing the heinous crimes you thought of but failed to do.
Don't blame a nigga , don't blame his hustle
Look around him ... look around you ...
There has been no love in the street since a nigga came .
