Hooligans Confession

Still the same, ma. You know me. Yeah, still, Still. Still the same, ma, handle shit. Sneakers on my feet. Hoodie up, cap low. Under my shirt, bulldog ink. You wait for me to finally grow up, stop Throwing hands. They say my old man was the Same. I got older, yeah, But I didn't change. Your lost son, uh, you know me. Still on the block with my guys, Hustling, laughing, taking fools for a ride. No hate, same shit, same crew. You know? You know it yourself, Ma. I'm your hooligan. I don't give a what they say, ma. You know all my guys. Uh, uh, uh. Whatever the cops say, don't buy it, not me. Yeah, I always brought. Remember school? He asked for it, And he was wrong. I'm no thug, I'm a hooligan. You know that. Not a criminal. I'm a, I'm I'm a hooligan, ma. Let them run their mouths. You know my guys, ma. I don't beg for forgiveness from anyone. Don't need to. I say it straight. You know all my guys, ma, ma, ma. You know me.