The streetz r deathrow

Growing up as an inner city brotha where every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me and since my pops never knew me my family didn't know what ta do with me was I somebody they despise curious look in they eyes as if they wonder if i'm dead or alive poor momma can't control me quit tryin' ta save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies a ticken timebomb can't nobody fade me packin' a 380 and fiendin' for my mercedes suckers scatter but it don't matter i'm a cool shot punks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got i'm tired of being a nice guy i've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why so they label me a lunatic could care less death or success is what I quest cause i'm fearless now tha streetz R Deathrow