Blackout Twisted Insane

[Intro]
Yeah, and that's fo' real
Y'all know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Cause y'all don't know what I been through in this game
In this lifetime of turmoil
Bein' hard, real hard
But I'm still here, you feel me?

[Verse 1]
Three years old in the alley with the cold
And my mom's in a trash can
In southeast San Diego with no sauce on my Prego
I was tore up and laughed at
I didn't have no birthdays, I didn't have no Christmas
I didn't have no tables with food 'n shit
I didn't have the new kicks
I knew I didn't want 'em, but we didn't have the money to do this shit
I really came from nothin', wasn't suppose to make it
Wasn't supposed to be up on these stages
Lookin' at all the painted faces
Gettin' sick of logical leavin' my shit and tossin' out the basics
Wasn't even supposed to be livin'
Saying he will end up dead or in prison
Never stopped me from goin' on missions
Take my position, stood on my legs and got money empowering all on my vision
Watchin' any niggas in my mind oughta try for the rhyme or they were try'na be friends with me
I remember when a couple years ago them same motherfuckers really thought was an enemy
And I'm the one who keep it real
I remember 7 years old, I thought my pops was a preacher, the nigga was sour
Tied me in the trash bag, tossed me in the closet
Locked me up in that motherfucker for hours
My love for the music came as a little snotty nosed kid
With my whole life ahead of me
They ain't seein' the best of me at 106 & park
At the dark with the sharks as my destiny