Who Really Cares - Montez, C-Murder

Who really cares I was raised on welfare

A little shitty ass nigga

Nobody else cares

Who off to grab me

My mamma couldn’t find me

So, I said fuck it

I was hustling while I was rhyming

No house

No food

No eat

Hunger pains had a nigga just praying for sleep

A need deep in the street

Just a nigga live cree

Just a nigga live pass the beat, no meat

Ain’t there’s red beans and rice

So ye, it was a fucked up life

I’m walking round and pissing pampers all night

Alright, that’s how the seeds been planted

The baby ganster empty handed

Now let me be a little kind

I’m stranded in the projects

Coke with us

No playing

Don’t pay us

Don’t feeling safe, okay

There’s no way

That little kid like me will miss the chance

To get a second chance

My nigga, a second I plan a picture

I can’t, earn a good rocks, a book rocks

And the ice box get slain by my white socks

And if the cops hit the blocks

Don’t be smiling when I got them

When they leave imma throw up in the box, that’s me

Who really cares by the way we was raised

In the streets and the A niggas trying to get payed

Getting money from utilizing that criminal waste

Cause a lot of time, being a criminal pays

Gotta get it so them fam can eat

And the system ain’t design for we niggas

So we turn to the streets

The streets turn a nigga strate to a beast

Even eat or get ate

And there’s ain’t no way I’m gonna end up at a place

So we’re damn, we’re crook

I’m chasing the ticket

Going out there, gonna get it

They ain’t come back with us

Know what’s it like not to have shit

And see niggas with it

Had to figure out a way

That I’m finna gon get it

Niggas keep the tool on there foot

From them other niggas from tripping

Tryna catch a nigga sleeping

When they try, imma kill him

But that’s just the way us niggas is living

Due to certain circumstances

Just working with the shit we was given, nigga

In my life I can’t let a nigga cross the line

Cause if he cross that line

I’m have to off that 9

I’m have to toss that hat

I make it cough and spine

Ye I loss a clip

But his house bigger than mine

Gotta keep them niggas in line

That’s how we coming in zip code

Ziploc bates

Boy we cut them we pistols

And I miss those

Niggas dead that I love

And my home is with a L

Like a porch boy glob

See we know that forever we would mug the system

I know you got your people

And I know you really miss them

Restrictions, between the cops and the blacks

I remember uncle boy got popped

At the bus stop

Must not let the streets just take me under

When I’m full of that shit

Sometimes it really makes me wonder

People so innocent can become an animal

There’s so much venjohn within

And murder many man