Lyrics As A Youngsta - T-Rock

As A Youngsta

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