(feat. Mickey And Christina) [Mickey] 
I ain't nothin but a hustler, 
I raised like that 
Pumpin gas or pumpin crack, we was paid like that 
Ol' G's taught us game, we was made like that 
Cross tha family, ya get sprayed wit a mac 
Laid flat 
My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin 
Me and brother didn't like tha way my mother was (?) 
So we promised to get my momma out 
Betta car, betta house 
And if daddy ain't gettin shit togetha, fuck it, a betta spouse 
I know what this ghetto bout, 
I live that life 
No heat, no light at tha crib at night 
Stay strapped , gat attached next to my ribs at night 
Cause them fiends'll try to steal yo life 
Muthafucka this 
Chicago Everything 
I live for, 
I die for 
Cash Money tha click 
I'll ride for 
Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasn't fuckin wit me 
Now tha whole workld in love wit 
Mickey Cash 
Money Millionaires nigga [Hook(Turk)] 
Growing up was hard in them project bricks 
I ain't gone even lie dawg 
I ain't neva had shit 
It was hard dawg wit out a father figure 
Give it up to my mom cuz she stood tall nigga [Christina] 
Nigga I'm from city where niggaz gang bang and shit 
Up on tha corner drinkin henny, tryna hang and shit 
I tote em quick and make chickens get over 
Tha first bitch in my gone get knocked tha fuck over 
Shit I'm not playin, them bullets gone start sprayin 
Start prayin, cuz gats gone start sprayin 
Stop panicin, stayin calm to 
I bomb out this ghetto 
Leg, back, arms, ice up to tha elbow 
Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in tha ghetto 
Slimmy's pack simmy's, squeeze 50 in tha ghetto 
Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart 
Hit tha roach, don't smoke, it'll have u senseless in tha ghetto 
Cuz niggaz will beat u senseless in tha ghetto 
I'm glad I moved my mom to tha ponds, out tha palms of tha ghetto 
True divas neva settle for tha ghetto 
Come on, and that's real 
Cash Money nigga [Hook] [Turk] 
Three sons and a momma, growin up was hard 
Couldn't keep up wit tha 
Jones, cuz we didn't have funds 
In tha summer it was hot, cuz we didn't have air 
Daddy wasn't even around like he didn't even care 
I ain't gone lie, sometimes you to get pissed off 
At my momma like it was her fault but ir wasn't at all 
Used to keep a pair of tenny's for atleast 6 months 
When they got scuffed up, we just ploished em up 
Had to be inside early, yeah i punched tha clock 
Didn't have no telephone or no cable box 
Just my momma and my brother gettin how we live 
One thing fa sho dawg we kept a meal 
Livin on welfare and my momma's pray 
Wishin that one day we gone get outta this hell 
Thinkin to myself this shit all fucked up, times was heard for me dawg growin up [Hook]