14 kicked out on my own Ain’t shit for a nigga in the world ‘Cause when you in a single parent home Money the motive and nigga you ain’t thinkin’ ’bout a girl When the day turn dark and the night come The pain cut deep and it might run Try to hide it all and ya light somethin’ Hopin’ that the feelin’ there might numb But it don’t and it won’t Ever ever ever go the fuck away When you livin’ on the street for another day Dead broke thinkin’, “Man, it’s gotta be another way” Tryna get a job but it don’t go Tryna build money when it don’t grow Kinda feel funny when you don’t got funds And you tryna cop a crib, it’s a no go Find life gettin’ all loco And you’re livin’ all low pro And you still need a roof-in So you move in with three niggas that you don’t know A little spot downtown In the city, life with a twist You spendin’ every night gettin’ pissed And you find the true meanin’ of life is a bitch Black male, black male Young Canadian black male Livin’ in the motherfuckin’ slum I figured I would make crack sell Too bad that didn’t work But bein’ in the back didn’t work And music, it wasn’t in the plans I was like, “Yeah right, like that’s getting heard” I locked up, niggas started robbin’ I fucked up, niggas I was robbin’ Got fucked up for the niggas I was robbin’ Just some little fucked up niggas that was mobbin’ I tried to invest in a gun Bad outcomes destined to come Mom died, Dad cried Dad tried to do the best for his son Well send the things we’re gone, pop ‘Cause everything went wrong, pop And even though I took the long way I guess I really had to learn the hard way huh, pop It beats me But the hatin’ ain’t gon’ grease me So I roll the pain in these streets ‘Cause it’s way too hard to sleep sweet This ain’t an act nor a story This a chapter of Tory And what’s after the story Hand claps and the glory That’s when it got bad for me So hows that for a story? Not bad, but guess what This ain’t even half of my story