It's that man again   Some people have heard of him as a hustler   Hell, hope live, really      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 I'm 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 windows, 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've 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 cocaine 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 windows, yeah   It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though   Seventeen years of rain foggin' up my windows, yeah   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 'cause a player gotta get this mil   Wearin' fur ain't doin' us no good flippin' burgers ain't gon' make you filled      But I'm still ten toes in this hustlin' tryna make hood rich   And I still ain't trustin' no bitch 'cause the mother fuckers always snitch   It's hard in this ghetto man fifteen years old with coke and cane   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 pushing a Rolls Royce and winning Oscars      Yeah, 365 Mafia, Project Pat, Lyfe Jennings   If you can believe, you can achieve every damn bug   'Round us a good day, yeah      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 windows, yeah   It done been seventeen years of pain but I'm still here though