Back Streets E.S.G. (TX) (Ft. Brandon Stacks)

[E.S.G.]
I'm on my grind cousin, I'm trying to shine cousin
But where I started with hell of heart, now let me remind you cousin
My mama made me stand in line, for for cheese and butter dog
I was embarrassed, under my breath I use to cuss her dog
Mo'fucker, cause mama ain't play that
Now-a-days it's real estates, with big cribs and maybachs
On the scene where I use to stay at, a shotgun house
By the time I was 13, I brought that shotgun out
It's like a Ray Charles story, but I wasn't blind
Might as well be, cause dreams and cash had the time
Cause my mama laid off, I'm picking up bad habits
First time I seen a bag of dope, my stepdad had it now
See I ain't fucking Rabit, and this ain't 8 Mile
This here is real life, where nigga be shife with fake smiles
Hard as a child, I say life's a bitch
Had the knowledge for college, but wasn't no fucking scholarships
Now we got bigger chips, see we mo' like Frito Lay
I use to move bout a ki' a day, me and my partna by the name of Jose
Did my time then I came back home, use to be walking now I'm on chrome
Nigga spit hits on every song, here's a list if you think I'm wrong
"Wanna be a Baller" wrote that hoe, "Get Ya Hands Up" see I did that befo'
"Swang And Bang" back in '94, made you say "Maan" with the boy Big Moe
Boy got flow so the boy got shows, boy got do' so the boy got dro
Speed it up or I could do it slow, Screw it down you know how it go g'eah