I hear everything you sayin'
But let’s discuss somethin' that’s apparent
Hitman Holla, cold killa!
But Gerald Fulton grew up with both parents
Now, I’m not knockin' havin' both parents
But your situation wasn’t the worst
Like, everything Mommy ain’t have on the 15th
Daddy could cover on the 1st
He probably taught you that 5 step drop back
And that spiral almost amazingly
I taught myself you gotta ease off that trigger slow
Let that hammer up simultaneously
He probably taught you about the birds and the bees
Chlamydia, clap and all about crabs
Man, them niggas was out the window with the bird
Throwin' out B’s, clappin', callin' out “Crabs!”
You was at practice shootin', if you miss you do suicides
Them niggas came through shootin'
That was our practice; if we miss, that was suicide
Every time I feel some type of way about my hood
These family niggas be remindin' me
See, we both real niggas, but you a different kind to me
Math, English, Lunch—you was on a different time than me
I pull up; gym. I pull out; trigonometry
You had X squared over Y, tryna find the remainder then add up; I’m askin' my ex
“Why you askin' me about numbers? I’m tryna bag up.”
Your father probably bought your mother coat
All your sports gear and your brother boots
No football, these gloves wasn’t for baseball
This face mask was for other use
Your mother was at the game, cardboard colors, fresh signs
My mother was in pain
"You wanna speak to the inmate, press 9."
You get off the court, woo!
Daddy right there: “Congratulations you did it.”
I won’t say I’m jealous
But me and Mommy had to wait to Wednesday to kick it
I know you won’t get it
Shit, I have flashbacks when I spit it
But Wednesday and Thursday, that was assigned visits
I just feel like Big Gerald John Witherspoon and you Craig
What you doin' with that Glock?
I mean back on the West Side they ain’t have guns
We had these to rock
I admit if I was in his position I probably would’ve stopped
We got so much in common; both protected by them pops
The moral of this story
All that fuckin' school and you ain’t learn shit
Put him in my hood one time, boy, and you’ll turn bitch
If Verb would’ve holla’d for my father
He wouldn’t have heard shit!
If you say you was wrestlin' in the streets
You a Stone Cold Stunner
You was home with your mother
Watchin' wrestling: Rock, Raw, Chyna, Smackdown
We was in the trap house
Raw, rock, china gettin' smacked down. Jersey!
