The blood I bleed is black not red
It stands for hate not love
I’m all cried out, not an ounce of water in my soul
So instead I bleed this jet black blood

Hustled all my life, it still isn’t enough
You mad cuz your fries cold, and daddy got u a blue car instead of red lemme tell u ur life aint that rough

12 years old instead of dinner in my daddy’s kitchen, it was crack
Before I knew how to cook oodles n noodles, I perfected rock
By the middle of the year I could count a stack (of 3,000) in less than 5 minutes
Any hope of an education and a normal life had diminished

13 years old had my first period
It was then I realized that I couldn’t trust anyone that bled 3-5 days and didn’t die
So many bitches hatin on me, and I’m like “Yall bitches bleed like me, on tha monthly”*
I was getting money honey, going to school during the day
At night on tha streets is where I stayed

14 years old was when I got bold
Now the truth will be told
This story is not a game
A tale of risen fame
My daddy is the bamma to blame
Starting this year shit wouldn’t be the same
This was the year when I pulled in a 4.0
At the same time I sold, most of my dad’s profit, and brought in 70% of his dough
You see bitches hated me cuz I drove to school, not even old enough to have a permit
I shitted on bitches in my candy painted caddy, when they yelled out beef, it be crime that I commit
On top of that I had a mean evil spit
Layed down niggas in tha courtyard with my rhyme, or right before it was their time they’d just quit
Whenever I hit I never miss
To talk to me you had to put your name on a list
I never failed a quiz


15 years old in the 11th grade
Teachers and Principals got played
Skipped me two grades, said I was smart
1500 on my S A T’s, is how I got a fresh start
This was a tuff year I lost my virginity, had my father and his crew hella mad at me, watched 6 niggaz get laid down, and witnessed my boyfriend die with a frown
The thought of my past still made bitches leave town

The blood I bleed is black not red
It stands for hate not love
I’m all cried out, not an ounce of water left in my soul
So instead I bleed this jet black blood

Hustled all my life, it still isn’t enough
You mad cuz your fries cold, and daddy got u a blue car instead of red lemme tell u ur life aint that rough

*Lil' Kim "Aunt Dot"

** The rest of this story will go untold to GS, when my book comes out you'll be able to read "The WHOLE STORY"

© Tha First Lady; Rachelle Matthews