Yo they call me smokey cuz I smoke a lot of weed
I swear my eyes be hella tight man I could barely see
Ima change the subjec cuzI didn't come here to rap about
How much I smoke or about the b**hes f**ing me
I came to rap about my mathuf**ing life
Man i used to live in a house with holes in the ceiling and mice
That sh** wasn't nice, momma used to cry
On her knees asking God for a better life
We used to sleep on the floor it was cold at night
We were f**ing poor I wasn't wearing Nikes
But sh** at least we ate
Yes we were broke but we always had a smile on a face
Momma had one to but it was fake
She was tryna hide her pain
I was only 7 but I was old enough to understand
That we were f**ing struggling
By the time I was 11 I started hustling
Not selling weed or selling Crack
I was washing cars and cutting gra**
I used to hang with the holder kids
And when I got in trouble momma whooped my a**
I was raised with out a Dad I was a young ba*tard in the streets
When I was 12 I started hanging with my causin he a g
I know he was trouble but I wanted more cash
So he showed me how to steel rims and radios from cars
And one time we got caught
I was crying in hand cuffs
Momma showed up and she slap me on my face
She ask me what was i thinking
I told her I'm sorry I was just tryna put some food on our plates
She gave me a hug, and I was a juvenile so they
Uncuff me and let me get a away
But I was sad because my causin was gonna get lock up for a few days