Nothing for nothing means nothing
Gotta do something muthafucka punch ya in the mouth

Hitman, Oschino and Sparks, criminal records
Talk to em yo

This is for my ghetto niggas
Reputation is everything so go at with ya life
It's just like credit the minute ya fuck up you ruined it ya know

Yo as young adolescents (aha) mommy said we was so precious
I mean who knew round to O.D to Heron and I'd catch cases
Let my life slip inside the hands of these judges
Where did we go wrong ha?
Was it these missing father figures?
Or watching mom struggle and feed us
Come on I need answers
It's gak on the judges for turning burners on niggas who try to merk us
On the day of judgement who knows
Until then we'll never know so for now I'm a do Omilio
Drunk then a muthafucka disrespecting bitches
Attitude still the same fuck these niggas until it's my time to go
You know I'm doing no changes shit plus I'm happy to be here
With my new family, Black Friday and them Rocafella niggas
I'm focused bring the chorus in

[Chorus:]
My life make me want to holla sometime and throw in my hand
But I won't fold you know how I roll
I live that life of a trouble man and play by the code
Where I'm from just make me want to holla sometime and go get my gun
Go all out but I think of my sons
Then I look where I was at how far did I come

You see lady's prostituting wearing tight leopard
My sneaks was dogs like Pit bulls and German shepherds
Fuck where it came from I needed money fast
White boys bangin' Led Zeppelin went in twenty bags
So I got my first pack on fifty first and Market
I ain't want clothes I just wanted some boss to mark it
No moms to call no dad to be
Stuck on the streets stomach growlin' like a dog showin' his teeth
Life ain't sweet life ain't a game
I know life is more real then Slick Rick chain
Everybody get a hand so play the hand you dealt
And there's nobody to blame fuck it blame yourself
You can go all out and try to reveal
Like a nuclear staying how you write in a cell
You just better pray a liar and hope you prevail
I know living in the hood is hell, come on

[Chorus:]
My life make me want to holla sometime and throw in my hand
But I won't fold you know how I roll
I live that life of a trouble man and play by the code
Where I'm from just make me want to holla sometime and go get my gun
Go all out but I think of my sons
Then I look where I was at how far did I come

Yo right now I'd like to take the time to thank my family members
And phoney homies for turning they backs on me
Make me stronger help me deal with snakes and side guys
Going but I was grooming like a rodent
And I swear these streets will turn us boys to men
I'm the pain with juice and gin try to stack them Horace Grants to a million
Playing Caesar how I blessed them bitches
Excuse my arrogance but baby clone me
This petty world a kill me slowly take away my grandma mami hold me
Life obstacles is getting stressful that's why I don't come around
Written between the paper line examples of my lifestyle
So read inside the guidelines ain't no sunshine
Until you break the chains and fly freely 'cause I know for a fact
Somewhere out in the world somebody need me
To make em smile and appreciate em believe me
But main'tain in the main while baby
Omilio'll be there for you knahmean shit I'm a trouble man

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

My life make me want to holla sometime and throw in my hand
But I won't fold you know how I roll
I live the life of a trouble man and play by the code
Where I'm from just make me want to holla sometime and go get my gun
Go all out but I think of my sons
then where I was at how far did I come

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Missing Link Music, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BEANS, BILLY PRESTON, BRUCE CARLETON FISHER, DWIGHT GRANT, EDWIN DE LA HOZ, KENNETH WILLIAM JOHNSON, OSCHINO VASQUEZ