Tell You a Story

[Trae] Somebody help him that boy ain't tripping, he really misunderstood Addicted to doing bad, but he trying to get out the hood Life as an adolescent, got him stressing back in the day Now he paranoid, ducking and dodging to get away You would think a hard life, is what he prayed to have Everytime he reached out for love, there was nobody he could grab That's why he was cold inside, he took his pain as strive With a 4-5, minus one to stay alive A ghetto baby is what he was, his uncle was doing drugs And left him to be a thug, on the corner with nigga slugs His brother was locked up, and mama was stressed out He was a good kid, until reality turned him out 20 years old, on the way to becoming a man Live in another world, people would never understand Loving to be alone, feeling like he would meet the end The good life, was never part of the plan [Hook] Let me tell you a story, bout a dude I know With so much pain in his heart, it wouldn't show And he never knew when his life, was gon go Everytime he'd step out, he grabbed the fo'-fo' Let me tell you a story, bout a dude I know With so much pain in his heart, it wouldn't show Everybody he knew, was living so shife But he kept on moving, trying to live life [Trae] Now he running the block With a pocket full of rocks, missing FED time And watching hating niggas, so he don't wind up with dead time Cause everything he got, that nigga rightfully earned Get in his way behind his paper, he was subject to leave you burned Plus he running with a click of guerillas, that's living shife And hated life, the only way out was to pay the price He was ready for whatever, decisions he made his own And since they pissed him off, he would prolly be moving alone Doing his own thang, to hell with the consequences Real ran through his blood, and them niggas payed attention He wanted to get it together, but it was prolly too late He took the wrong turn, and that's what decided his fate It wasn't his fault, but that's how the game done got him Swallowed him up and left him, to be on the rock bottom Without no say-so, a victim of circumstance Put in a situation, begging for a hand [Hook] [Trae] Nowhere to turn nowhere to go, so he contemplate suicide Mentally out of line, needing help but he got pride He got a child on the way, but his baby mama don't want him Cause he broke without a job, and probation be leaning on him Three strikes, and he heated to live in the penitentiary Believe me it get lonely, to niggas without a family He might get lost to the system, or might get shanked in a bed The thought of calling it quits, gotta be running through his head He don't know what to do, he praying he in a dream Waking up in a cold sweat, to be shaking it like a fiend But he can't get away, so he be running out his mind People looking for him, so he know he running out of time One of three things can happen, he can run or wind up dead Or go out on his own, with a 44 to the head No one ever really knew, cause ain't nobody seen him since He disappeared in the night, with no evidence [Hook - 2x] [Hook]