The Hitmen - Wishem Dead lyrics

Me I chose the life of crime since day one
13 years old, already trying to cop a gun
14 Years old, cutting mad classes
Puffing on a bone, breaking car glasses
Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind
Shook motherfuckers on the block dropping dime
That's the way it goes
When you deal with the real fake jacks
And get your cap peeled

I never understood why my pops would beat me
No matter what I did, yo he'd still mistreat me
That's why I never listened to a thing he said
And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him dead