Lyrics to Audiobiography

[Verse 1: Only One]

Reminisce, all I knew was mom's love

Never knew what the adult's was, cause they was on drugs

Hamburger Helper with my grandmother Ellen

In my grandma's kitchen before she died of an aneurysm

We used to eat canned food off the floor

All three of us slept on one mattress on the floor

Growing up we looked at cars, we didn't have one

I remember asking my mom where my dad was

She said he'd beat her, so she had to leave him

Growing up I didn't see him, didn't want to meet him

My first girlfriend was raped at 13

My second girlfriend was raped at 14

One time my dad pawned my mom's wedding ring

My moms got cancer when I was 17

I used to vandalize shit when I was 8

Steal kids bikes, sneak out when it was late

School I used to skip skip just to get ripped

Could've been addicted to heroin like my big sis'

I missed my sister before she left Brett

God knows how those drugs affected the M.S

15 was finally when I met my dad

16 I met my brother Big Sag

He did five years, sold dope and sold smack

Southside dropped PCP and smoked crack

Uncle John did a couple years in the pen

Cousin Tom was only 18 when he went

I've taken losses at the hands of friends

They're dead to me, I can never talk to 'em again

19 I made my first stack

20 years old I made 20 stacks

21 years old I made 60 stacks

I sent cats pounds, they never hit me back

I need to grow up, but I don't know nothin'

Can't see my own crew, don't speak to my own cousin

I spent more on hip hop than I ever made

Paid cats for verses and never got the pay

If you've never been poor, down-and-out in your life

You've never had 100 stacks to count in your life

If you've never seen 100 pounds in your life

Then you probably don't relate to what comes out on the mic



[Verse 2: Illmaculate]

I remember way back when

Coming home beat up, my dad told me never take that shit

I remember wonder why we were broke, hey, I'm still

Remember canned milk in my bowl, I used to hate that shit

Been a minute and I'm on a bad trip

Remember wanting things that we probably can't get

Was three years old when my mom and dad split

Now I think about the pressure weighing on them as kids

Kids raising kids, it is what it is

Rats in the cupboards, ain't shit in the fridge

None of the homies then ever been in the crib

Embarrassed of conditions that we lived and we hid

Before that, I remember living in my grandma's house

Looking up to uncle's rocking hand-me-downs

In the first grade I first got suspended

Around the same time I seen my dad get arrested

My past made me who I am, I accept it

Take away my memories and what am I left with?

Five years old learnt the rules of the block

When I seen my first strap get pulled on my pops

Now I'm on my own shit, I don't follow your rules

Sneaking out late night, motherfuck a curfew

You know it if you lived it then you followed in the footprints

Ducking police and hiding in the bushes

13 years old my grandpa Joe passed it

He was the first one to believe in this rap shit

His first language was Spanish, we grew up with an accent

Didn't want to pass it, I'm passed it

22 I was sharing a crib

23 lost love thought was there 'til the end

I lost a stepbrother, but he knows what he did

He's dead to me, I can never talk to him again

18 dropped out, I need to grow up

19 got jumped selling tree on a bus

26 years old stuffing P's in the trunk

27 got popped with seven P's in a bus

I was with Austin when I laid my first track

Deshonte was there when I wrote my first rap

15 years old when I won my first stack

I sent out my demos and never heard back

I need to grow up, but I don't know nothing

Probably need to own up though I don't own nothing

I spent more on hip hop than I ever made

Gave the label Skrill Talk and never got paid

If you never ever been down and you rich

If you don't remember being clowned for your kicks

If you never drove with pounds in the whip

Then you probably don't relate to what comes out when I spit

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