Hmm Hmm Hmm
I'm a product of pain
Product of poverty
Incarcerated living pain
Deciding my fate
Was music or robbery
It was delusional phase
Well i couldn't take it
I wanted the robbery
But I'm destined to win
I wanted the G's
Took a couple shots
Was me and my gees
Kill a nigga if he into my reach
Never mercy not a part of these streets
Kill a nigga if he into my reach
Never mercy not a part of these streets Now I'm so cold blooded
Oh so jaded (yeah)
Wounds still hurting
Fire still burning (scrrr)
Mama still crying
Clock's still ticking (yeah)
Water's still running
Homies still dying oh oh oh oh
I'm a product of pain
