Welcome.
It is I that you see.
Little boys an girls.... Revelationz.
Listen.
Why do the good die young, an the bad mutha fuckas live fo ever?
Cuz nigga, we livin on hell nigga.
This is hell mutha fuckas.
Verse 1
Uh.
All my life it's like I'm fuckin around wit the wrong people
make a movie about my life an it be a long sequel
bout people livin off free-be's an brick cheese
that's how that shit be's, out here you have to grind to get g's
no Bently flippin less yo name is Felix Mitchell listen
little boys an girls my mama could barely pay the fuckin rentin
my daddy is surely gotta be somewhere in this world pimpin
white bitches fo doe, he was a jiggalo livin in women
he used to take me an my Village potnas to go swimmin
he drove a BMW, they father drove a lemon
nigga in the end my mama kept spendin money on gin an drugs
I had to sleep on the fuckin rug where the roaches was
I hung wit thugs always rollin dice an pumpin gas
to get some cash
you had to store the coke, we mop his ass
my pops would give me cash, but my mama would take it from me
if I didn't give it to her, she'd beat my ass butt-naked homie
the only way I would see a movie was out wit the homies
I'm always bummy, had no money, they would pay it fo me
my daddy told me when I was very young
that he was on the run, I heard him mention somethin about Colombians
an I could come stay wit him if I didn't like the way that moms treat me
I juss didn't like the way that moms beat me
wit Tonka toys, in front of my boys hit me wit objects
so I juss
got to sky the fuck up out these projects
I left behind my moms an sisters so relentless
never thought they'd get evicted an be sleepin on benches
my pops was on some pimp shit, sewin up Frisco on novero
5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbow
there goes another nigga straight to the pen
by the age 10, done lived wit every relative, an friend I know
here I go again
livin wit my grama, then my auntie
my uncle
where ever I go niggas would gank me fo my bundle
swindle my check, wit Section 8 an medi-cal benefits
but me I wasn't gettin shit
spend my shit on nay kids
that's what they did
fuck relatives
if I don't do my thang now, I never lived
never gone get it if you sit on yo ass
so fuck math class
I'm on the Ave wit crack fo that ass
like son like dad
I love the smell of money, hash an zig-zags
look at the back of my ass, beat the sag, it's big cash
involved but
we all get caught up an sent to juvenille halls
scrape yo turf on the wall, in county drawls
my mama abused alcohol
my pops an inmate
an me I'm sweepin halls to intake
hate
my mama carried the weight ain't seen my pops since '86
every year, in an outta jail fo crazy shit
so much shady shit done happened to me, I can't put it behind me
the Lord took my mama life in '93
God bless her soul
cuz she was caught up in a, house hold fire at a rehab so we sued they
ass
this shit makin me mad
high ass lawyer we had Melvin Bell, I tried to tell my sister that he'd
get paid half
settlement, me 56 G's
my big sister 56 G's
my little sister 106 G's
Ripley's wont believe that for the life of my mama they only gave us a
quarter a mill ticket to split
I can't deal wit this shit
I wish you was here to see me get this deal wit Chris, an Noo-Trybe
mama you died I cried
cuz you missed
the gold an platinum plaques
I bet you never thought yo little black ass son could rap
now I'm breakin off scratch
an burnin zags wit Sparkle
that's my little sister askin the Lord why did you make her life so
awful
next thing you know my pops go
in '95 he died of AID's
it's either suicide of cry fo days
an weeks an months
blowin blunts, keep away flashes
no funeral caskets, juss two vases wit ashes