Martyr - Craig Xen

last month i was sleeping on that dirty ass floor, in south central, now i'm doing shows and they, sending me clothes, aye, say wassup, aye, say wassup, aye, say wassup, aye, aye, aye, last month i was sleeping on that dirty ass floor, in south central, now i'm doing shows and they, sending me clothes, i don't know, no nigga shit bitch, ain't no handouts came in or out of this, i'm hustling, hustling for my seat, see it's way deeper than what you see when you meet me, but your mind was too feeble to read, follow my lead and believe, i risked my life to succeed, sacrificed mine for chloe's, i'm just a fuck up at least, i could blow up so she eats, better, and sleeps better at night, xen ready to die, you feel the pain when i write, you feel the pain when i reign, over y'all niggas and i embarrass them, cherishing every day, wake up and i get to praying, without them i wouldn't wake, so let them know that i'm thankful, gamd the angels must be strapped up and riding for lil xen, 'cause all of my other family is dead or in and out the pen, ay, sleeping on that dirty ass floor, in south central, now i'm doing shows and they, sending me clothes, ay, i don't know, no nigga shit bitch, ain't no handouts came in or out of this, sleeping on that dirty ass floor, in south central, now i'm doing shows and they, sending me clothes, aye, shout out to my young nigga brady, ay, say wassup, 'cause you fuck niggas can't fuck with me aye, dirty ass floor, in south central, now i'm doing shows and they, sending me clothes, aye, shout out to my young nigga brady, aye, without him i would been in prison