Tale from the boy in the Fo

Grew up a thug, never was supposed to make

supposed to get a Gat to buss back m put my brother on the pavement

Grew up on the corner of 4th and Q st a young warrior boy ready for something. 

NO repect is what I saw and wat I garnished aint care about nothing.

Supposed to end up alone cold Dead left in the darkness. 

BUT for me I fronting I seent it all be  fo. 
 

The robbing the dope the killing , I aint want that shit no mo

So I up and left , without a penny to my name, and hit the streets walking to avoid the dope game

I was fed up wit this ish knew, I could be mo If I just struggle thru.

Turned my life around aint finna struggle no mo hustle harder than ever to get my family out the fo.

This aint just  the tale you see this is a tale of me,  story of all he lil homies facing a big hill who realized theres more to life than kill or be killed.