16 in one house,
Some starve cause we can't feed there mouth
And there mama and daddy abandoned them at the house
There out there doing drugs
There out there shooting bloods,
And they hopping couches cause they are on the run
Ain't no one got a job
We live off what we can,
Even if that means they sell themselves to a man
In the hood it's hard
With 16 mouths to feed
And your living with your uncle while he smoking weed
Your aunty sells herself
Just to get a bill
Only 14 and I'm watching all the kids for real
Were bout to lose our house
No one can pay enough
It's my turn to step up and it's kinda rough
When you have killed before
And crips out side the door,
And you don't want to but your gonna have to kill some more
So you grab the glock
All they hear is pop pop
And when they watching from the window and tell you to stop
Its makes you wanna cry
You just made someone die
But shit, you gotta handle family business sometimes
