Three Jobs

In the Plaza, payless shoes, got my shoes for cheap When my parents separated I cried for weeks Had a passion for music beating on my desk 4th grade had some weed and some country club cress For the band momma was a mack, take me to mommas music to buy a drum pad What else? And a pair of wooden sticks with the plastic tips So I could practice my craft and one day get rich What you do? Got it going started rapping in the 7th What you hear? Heard Rapper's Delight: Sugarhill Gang Growing up, life wasn't always fair Moved to Magazine street, Nothing like Bel-Air A lot of shoot outs and fights hustling to survive I pray everyday I thank God I'm still alive A lot of my people aren't here no more they either dead or in jail or on dog food or ether blow [Hook] I had a paper route Free lunch that was me dawg Getting teased made me hard Living in the struggle All i know was to hustle And my momma had 3 jobs I had a paper route Free lunch that was me dawg Getting teased made me hard Living in the struggle All i know was to hustle And my momma had 3 jobs I went from chopped ramen noodles to garlic noodles at Crustacean a little snotty nose ghetto child see people grandma free basing What else you see? Done seen it all ain't nothin much to trip me out only time when I cry is when the choir sign the missionary shout Some of my loved ones in the bean they locked up they got a cell phone they maddish they be on Twitter and Facebook I send them the latest albums that slap The music by mail, the access secure pack How about that? Real ones be real ones my nigga if you a real one lets get these millions my nigga I'm with you if you off or on Love keeps no record of wrong To all my people in the struggle going through it Listen to 40 lyrics his music therapeutic It's sick out here Rifles big enough to kill a deer [hook] Blowing medicinal is traditional around these parts only thing square about me is my candy Chevy box Tremendous knock, or should i say slap Album sounds like The Thing and The Hulk in the trunk fading back there chomping Intersects and shootouts, bullets flying I'm from an under-sevred community bad credit and crime So many babies die, stuck in the middle, caught in the chaos Everybody got guns, anybody will knock you off When it rains it pours lightning and thunder I'm cool with the creator I got his cell phone number When you talk to him? I talk to him all the time when the saints go marching in I want to be in that line Lack of communication leads to blood spilling Momma always told me not to tease and laugh at special needs children She worked at Napa State Hospital Mental institution, Maggie's Hamburgers and Mr Jimmy's grocery store [Hook]