13 years old already trying to cop a gun
All up in the Mecca Club
It was over some broad who liked to auction off the ass
Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody
I never understood why my pops would beat me
Yeah, momma never said life would be so hard
It's kinda hard trying to hope for and not get caught
Yukon Jeeps creepin' through the streets
And get your cap peeled
Shook motherfuckers on the block droppin' dime
What was once hand me downs
Hey Joey, let's just get this money
Brothas just be wilin'
Big Joe, South Bronx
Daten rims so shiny you can see your reflection
Green plush interior, under the seat
Brothas they been triflin'
Hey Joey, let's just get this money
D E L condos for first impression hoes
Eat your heart out son, you never was a friend to me
When Forest Projects used to be Godsville
He was a cool kid, although we lost him big
The heat for protection
Keep the gat there in 'case a nigga wanna smoke this
Juliani wants to see a brother fry
When you deal with the real fake jacks
Making Lucci while I mingle
Got a house in Long Isle for my spouse and my child
Brothas just be wilin'
Brothas they been triflin'
Brothas just be wilin'
Puffing on a bone, breaking car glasses
Say word, word, it wasn't over no cash
Nobody dies of old age, but in the hands of another guy
Hoping that today won't be the last
Catching the eye of every big booty cheek freak
14 years old, cutting mad classes
Blue eyes is on my back, with intentions of arresting me
No more holes in my gibros
Promised that one day everything would be alright
And if I told then I'd take your life
But they won't get the best of me
That's why, I never listened to a thing he said
So I maintain to keep my mind peace focused
Instead, me and Ma Dukes kept tight
Life's trife and then you die
Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody
Everybody knew Joey Crack represented
Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind
Is now the best of ? Atanovich?
Brothers was wilin' others was cool
No matter what I did, yo he'd still mistreat me
Hey yo, I meant it that's the way it goes
Brothas they been triflin'
'Cause riches are my destiny
Momma look at me now
Jingle jewels in the face of past enemies
Times are difficult on the streets of New York
Me I chose the life of crime since day one
I mean, just the other day this kid I knew got blasted
Hey Joey, let's just get this money
Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody
And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him dead
Sometimes I find myself alone just praying to God
Airwaves blasting my latest single
Strictly denim and clothes
Some hit the island some smoked fools
No one expected me to blow like this
That's why I keeps an alibi
If he was a real nigga, then he wouldn't have got did
I remember when we used to chill on a hill
