Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g′s
Stress is half the battle with success comes greed
They got me hot When they shot me
Never let the game play you
The world seems strange at times
I′m hoping we can change with time
Curse, I know death follows me
Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
We mash on them jealous bastards
I′m the first one to warn them
Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws)
Block run and shoot slugs
We throw them back like hardballs
No love for these fake desperados
And thugs I bleed to envy
Smoke and blow out they blunts
Cocking my heat shooting it sideways
Hope they bless me the righteous way
Man that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it dawg
Praying for my downfall and I can sense it dog
I was passed down the street fame
Like Glocks clocked and keep aim
Was raised up with a clock box
And I ran with the local street gang
I′ve seen my fair share of the fame
Now I've got this piece of change
I feel strange I got so use to the hood
That when I finally got out at first it ain′t feel good
I was just a baby still retarded from slavery
When we struggle to shovel shit ain't nobody saved me
Ghetto ain′t made me I made myself
Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help
I pray for my health my mind and my family too
State of myself my grind and my family crew
Where one hand washes the other
But we still real brothers
And that remains the same
Life that I was aimed to be