Young Niggas Joe Budden

[Intro]
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Gun out

[Verse 1]
Yo
My struggle's a little different, y'all niggas was sellin', I was sniffin'
Psyche, rewind it, I'm just kiddin'
I was hangin' with old cats, tryna put my bid in
Same safe you was stackin' in, I was tryna get in
Y'all was fuckin' with pigeons (Nah)
I was on Malcolm X, lookin' for a jar for my cig to get dipped in
Was still spittin' before the video vixens
Around the time Ewing had got dunked on by Pippen
Niggas was still pitchin'
I was stealin' money from my moms anytime she left her purse in the kitchen (That was fucked up)
Guzzlin' a fifth and I was high as a fuck
OD'n on Visine, so my eyes wouldn't glisten
Moms still bitchin', she thought I knew better
But I didn't, she tried to talk to 'em, wouldn't listen
It's almost like somethin' inside of me kept itchin'
I thought the streets loved me, nah, who was I kiddin'?
God lookin' like the devil (Oh), sendin' me to the pawn shop
Anytime I found shit that looked like metal
I dropped outta school, nah, not to be cool
I was sittin' there bored, thought all y'all was fools
Fuck I wanna read up on Romeo and Juliet?
Way back, I ain't even have my first toolie yet
Angie ain't even make that knife go through me yet (Talk to 'em)
Matter fact, I ain't even smoke my first bollie yet
Tried to have it wrapped, but things wasn't a doobie yet
It was comin' for me, but nah, it ain't subdue me yet