They don′t know about the cold nights I spent in the city

Surviving on food scraps and a gallon of Remy

They don't know about throwing a whole key of coke in a blenderIt ain′t the shit I wanted it's just what I got into

They don't know bout getting kicked out

Couch surfing, homeless my whole senior year

Maned up and took it, I promise you ain′t see a tear

They don′t know about the bars

They don't know about a charge

They don′t know about it all

They ain't cooking wit the realist

They ain′t plotting on a million

If I'm Michael Jordan the whole team Scottie Pippen

They ain′t rugged like the pistons

They ain't see it if I did it

If they trying to catch a movie

There ain't a mother fucking ticket

They ain′t know about the vision

They ain′t know about commitment

They ain't know about the pie

Cause they ain′t know about the mission

They don't know about the theatre but this is where it begins

And I don′t want a feature please don't ask me again

They don′t know about the 3 am, below freezing, 9-mile walk to work

Whole family blow you off cause you ain't wanna go to church

I ain't say I got it worse

Maybe I got what I deserve

I don′t need your pity

I′m just telling y'all it hurts

I know I′m asshole off a liter of gin

If I copped it for 5 imma sell it for 10

Trying to balance all the weight of what I'm trying to forget

So I live my whole life like I′m playing a bitch

I don't know how too smile I just gotta pretend

And I don′t know how to cry so I bottle it in

All this money that I spend but I still lie to myself

And say that I don't wanna hustle but I got it again

I can leave the streets but the streets will never leave me

They called and told me Kurt got killed for no reason

2 Bullets strayed through the door of the regal

Stay alive, open your eyes little homie keep breathing

I fell to my knees

Raw Deff and Yung Breeze said the streets still need you

But I don't wanna be there for the streets, the streets evil

They took my little brother, how the fuck I′m supposed to feel

Man they took my little brother

They don′t know bout the all-black funeral motorcade

Scared to leave the house without a pistol below the waist

Call it what you want but umma go out the soldier way

In my mind, I been dying to go war but don't know the way

I ain′t say I got it worse

Maybe I got what I deserve

Maybe I got what I deserve

I ain't say I got it worse

Maybe I got what I deserve

I don′t need your pity

I'm just telling y′all it hurts

Just telling y'all it hurts

Just telling y'all it hurts

Just telling y′all it hurts