growing up so young and recless the hood knows im well respected/ even though ive changed so much im not afraid to prove when tested/ running the streets like my popz some thing my mom never expected/ problem child/ hard to picture your boy running so wild/ never talking to police homie just not my style/ when things start popping off they aint the ones that i dial/ i call my boyz/ not the ones that known making that noise/ the ones that never leave there pad with out bringing there toyz/
