Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy

Gotta start teaching the children that they can be just what they want to be, there's much more to life than poverty.

Oh Lord, help me change my ways, Show a litlle mercy on judgement day, It aint me I was raised this way, Never let em' play me for a busta, Makin' hell for a huslter.

Everything he wanna have-I got.

Mama gave birth to a hell raising heavenly son. See the doctor tried to smack me, but I smacked him back.

All the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain i feel inside, its like I'm living just to die.

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle, I make mistakes but learn from every one, And when it's said and done, I bet this brother be a better one, If I upset you don't stress, Never forget, that God isn't finished with me yet