Eiht:      We sending this one out right here   To all the young thug and young hustlers out there   You know I'm sayin', grown up with their moms strugglin'   In the hood yo' I'm sayin', ya know how it is   Trying to keep it tight, you know I'm sayin'   Geah      Born and raised a black youth, no happy days   My moms and pops went they separate ways   Now she solo with half the dough, and three kids   No house, a damn tight situation we in   Hit the streets to look for work and pay   So her kids can have it better than she had one day   Try to teach me some rules, "get a's in school   Keep your head up high and don't run with the fools"   That was the lesson, always listen to moms   Bible she totin, always quotin from psalms   Young but I'm knowin' the right thang to do   Know the things to say when times is blue   Times is hard and really unfortunate   I'm young and I really don't like the shit   But I dream nice things when I sleep at night   When I grow up I'll make everything alright   Sing      Soultre':      I know it's hard sometimes   But if you can make a way, you need to hold up   I know a better way   And if you can wait today it'll be alright...      Eiht:      Now I'm 15, my life done hit a split screen   What used to be a good kid struck a bad gene   Bad dreams, young thugs and crime scenes   Skip school, saggin' my jeans and blow green   My moms don't know where I get the shit from   If you keep trippin' you know the outcome   Laid up somewhere, or in jail   Makin' collect calls tryin' to make bail   Hell, and you know how I struggle for the cheddar   Before I give it away better get it together   My guilty conscience sayin' not no listen   The other have tellin' me, keep a good intention   Aw shit, a nigga need a mind of his own   Too much to deal with, I really don't feel shit   Young thug ready to take on the world   Who made my life take such a twirl   C'mon      Chorus...      Now my situation's changed, no chains remain   Now I try to check out the game and cause pain   Long live the days of homeboys and straps   Gang of tombstones for the ones that caught caps   Make snaps off raps, reminiscin' of days   Good part is shot up while 'more bounce' plays   Missin the days sometimes, but keeps my eyes on the future   Keep my hands on my heat cause niggas might shoot ya   Rob a nigga blind, just like stevie   I used to do the same when a nigga was greedy   But my come-up was wrong, flipped it, now it's strong   Now I clocks snaps, keep the street shit in my songs   Trying to make it up on a stage from doin' a bid   Trying to make a better way like she did for my kids   Right now watch out, keep my nose to the grind   Yeah boy, this world is mine   Geah      Chorus...