Street life killed my daddy 
Got my momma pregnant in the back of a caddy 
Since i lost my first tooth i ain't been happy 
Young wild nigga child why that boy is so nappy 
He got that devil in 'im 
Police wanna take him down 
Used to be a player but the coochie cost money now 
He ain't to bright but he know a trap when he see one 
Got is conscious in his pants with his gun

Seventeen years of rain foggin up my windows (yeah)
It done been seventeen years of pain 
But i'm still here though 
Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window (yeah)
It done been seventeen years of pain but i'm still here though 

Shoe box full of pictures 
All that's left of good times i shared with my niggas 
Some alive and some no longer with us 
How da, how da, how da hell do you pray for forgiveness 
When you got devil in you 
Rogain keeps the hair strong but Cocain keeps the cable on 
I can't wait till my nigga jb come home 
Why do all the real niggas stay gone so long 

Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window (yeah)
It done been seventeen years of pain 
But i'm still here though 
Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window 
It done been seventeen years of pain but i'm still here though 

Even though a nigga still in the hood 
Gettin drunk and smokin on wood 
I'ma make it up out of this street life 
On the corner is where i stood 
Out there all by myself 
Cuz a player gotta get this mil 
Wearin fur ain't doin us no good 
Flippin burgers ain't gonn make you filled 
But i'm still ten toes in this Hustlin tryna make hood rich 
And i still ain't trustin no bitch Cuz the mother fuckers always snitch 

Its hard in this ghetto man 
Fifteen years old with coke and caine 
Cheese don't come i'ma go insane Snatch me a purse snatch me a chain 
Out here on the block with the fiends and the moon 
Squeeze on the glock tryna pop at a goon 
He done stole my dough he took my food 
Project wasn't born with a silver spoon 
In my mouth in my grill wear six chain then niggas get killed 
One in the grave the other in jail 
Nobody wins thats fo' real
 
Back way when i was a runny nose 
runnin round 
Up and down the town 
Carrying a black glock and a gold frown 
I kept that product on me 
It wasn't no problem homie 
You said it i had it and met you if you stole my money 
Just tryna buy bologna but now i'm buying lobster 
Still totin a glock but pusing a rolls rouce and winning oscars