Tuffboygethurt Toyotomi Hideyoshi

[Hook] x2
A youngin never had much
But these fake ass rappers tryna act tough
You ain't really tryna act rough
But your baby mama, she just tryna act up

[Verse 1]
Born alone, die alone
Young and on the microphone
Got the type of shit to get you looking for a chromosome
Murder to the white and I ain't talking bout an Al Capone
What you talk?
Homies putting on
Better move along
When I was a baby
I was rapping, I was home alone
[?]
And I had to do this on my own
Mama out there getting it
Her son is only getting grown
Little did she know that her baby boy was getting blown
Yeah they know
Yeah they never look
From their [?]
Mama told me stay in school
Mama told me read the books
But I was a beast and writing verses, followed by the hooks
Married to the game
Has drove me crazy, just a little shook
What it take to be the best rapper in the industry
Seeing every sucka on the top is fucking killing me
Seeing my ambitions go to waste is booty energy
Looking for a [?]
But I ain't talking bout it's anarchy
[?] your homie
Cause you know I got a tendency
To easily
Bust a sucka quick without you telling me