As A Youngsta - T-Rock

Welcome to The Burning Book nigga

Just some more of that Mr Washington story shit

A lawless rebel

Ya’ll know what time it is when you hear this real shit (Young David himself)

Its like a lyrical novel for you motherfuckers (T-rock)

This shit here is based on a motherfuckin' true story nigga

I’ll tell you what my life like

Real talk nigga

In '81 I was ejected from the uterus

With destiny to move a brick

Until it made me super rich

Who would’ve knew a pimp would give me all my tutelage

And everyone would know of me from college p to?

Before it all I was reside on wells tribe

On the west side where the tecs fly niggas hide

A crazy nigga you can see it in my '80s pictures

Fucking since 11 putting' dick up in the babysitter

I adapted and got invested with crime subjected to grind

Fuck it I’m ahead of my time

In '89 I was just a baby and blind

Born to shine even though the shit would take me some time

By '99 I was packing down munitions?

quick on the throttle bust your head and

leave your dick in the dirt

A pimp nature?

10th grade I were a gift and a curse i gave a fuck about a nigga

dropped some shit and emerged

Even as a youngsta

Causing ruckus on the back of the bus

I was a fool all through high school giving a fuck

I was a fool all through high school giving a fuck

I was a fool all through high school

Nigga even as a youngsta

When I was young I had no clue where my future stands

Just another statistic many die and few advance

You grew up idolizing Spider-man and Superman

I grew up idolizing robbers and the buddha man

See I where I’m from if you was pimping hoes then you the man

The good the bad the ugly always be that’s who I am

I had no father figure still I’m above average

My preacher was just a pusher my teachers a drug addict

With this upbringing I’m proud to be a thug savage

I rose above the junk and like to stand above maggots

Niggas large portraying Judas when they come to see ya

Bitches rob so actually I never trust 'em neither

All I trust is the mothers pray that the lord to keep her

Nigga from dying the barrel of the millimeter

So fuck you copper thugs ain’t no way out but love

Pop a slug I’m twice a nigga that my father was