Yeah, I mean, M.A.D.E, no mob ***

Money, Attitude, Direction, and Education

Some real ***

Think about my hood one time, my hood, it's trippin'

Thinkin' I've changed, crossed niggaz

Where we go wrong I'm from that two-bedroom apartment, Marcy

5-3-4, that middle building, yeah, they say it started me

I'm new to it but consider me young

Seen it all happen, ain't understand what was done

But, all I wanted was the fly kicks, fly ***

Little nigga but still kept a fly bitch

And back then it was love in the hood

Knuckle up with ya dog and *** it, it's all good Now, I'm in the crib rippin' up to go to war with 'em

Same little niggaz I used to steal from the store with 'em

I go and get 'em from school

Used to take the same bus, same train back then we was cool

I broke bread at lunch with 'em

And if mom's left me with two singles, then you know

I'm splittin' one with 'em, we cut school in the building I lived in

One floor higher, smokin' and gettin' higher Damn, think of age, now we locked up north

It was like yesterday we was practicin' sports

Went from flippin' on mats now he flippin' in the box

Locked twenty-three hours up a day, he in the max

Ain't no lookin' back because this life goes on

We was kids didn't care about the rights and wrongs

But, nobody judged us the ghetto loved us

Streets, the only thing that ever took something from us I lost a couple friends

But I promised and prayed that if I make it, Im'a see 'em again

I admit, I was wild as a child

And my mom's aint like none of my friends who use to call me Ismhael

My brother stayed on punishment, mama found out he hustle and

Found couple jacks, her plan she thought of flushin' it

Me, I'm in the streets I swore, never change

My brother caught a 'cause, I came up to do the same It's all about my days

This is all about my nights

This is all about my pain

This is all about my life This is all about my days

This is all about my nights

This is all about my pain

This is all about my life I got my first work, about the age of fourteen

My brother fighting a case his bail was fourteen

Me, still hustlin', school not going

My clothes started changin', the money started showin'

My right hand was owing every hoe we know

She represent us through the ghetto every hood we know, yeah

He put me on on that traffic, though the money was average

I aint care I learned how to handle that package Then, a body dropped, O locked for minute

The squad it never died, I was left to represent it

Took a nigga out his crib his name I aint gon' mention it

Know this hit home, I know this nigga listenin'

'Cause we was tighter than brothers where did the love go

I called your mother my mom's dog, I let the love show

This was supposed to be us

You was supposed to have the next verse dog

This was supposed to be us And, you know I taught you the streets, taught you to pitch in

I gave you that gear got you all the bitches

I never thought you ever cross me dog

If they back me down in the corner, get 'em off me dog

Now I see exactly where we went wrong

When I spin through the hood and I see him, I keep it goin'

Now the ghetto lookin' at me like I changed

But, I'm still that regular nigga I'm still the same It's all about my days

This is all about my nights

This is all about my pain

This is all about my life This is all about my days

This is all about my nights

This is all about my pain

This is all about my life