Three Jobs E-40

[Verse 1]
UH! ?Lord? Plaza, Payless Shoes, got my shoes for cheap
When my parents separated, I cried for weeks
Had a passion for music, beating on my desk
4th grade, Elsa Widenmann, Country Club Crest
Signed up for the band, mama wasn't mad
Took me to ?Minor's? Music to buy a drum pad (What else?)
And a pair of wooden sticks with the plastic tips
So I could practice my craft and one day get rich
(What you do?)
Kept it going, started rapping in the 7th grade (What you hear?)
Heard "Rapper's Delight": Sugarhill Gang
Growing up, life wasn't always fair
Moved to Magazine street, nothing like Bel-Air
A lot of shootouts and fights, hustling to survive
I pray every day, I thank God I'm still alive
A lot of my people ain't here no more
They either dead or in jail, on dog food or either blow

[Hook]
I had a paper route
Free lunch, that was me, dawg
Getting teased made me hard
Living in the struggle
All I know is a hustle
And my mama had three jobs
I had a paper route
Free lunch, that was me, dawg
Getting teased made me hard
Living in the struggle
All I know is a hustle
And my mama had three jobs
Three jobs