My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark clouds
Dealin' with these suckas, but they only seem to bark loud
Still I keep a strap for when I come across a killa
I dreamt the day I'll have to fight that killa in the mirror
I wake up every mornin', hit my fifth and hope I live
Just another day to see what tomorrow's got to give
I'm addicted to the liquor
And at days I peel the sticker off another 40 ounce
And wonder, 'How did my life get here?'
My only goals are stayin' drunk and eliminatin' funk
Fuckin' hoes or rollin' triple golds always up in the trunk
My mother asks me everyday, 'Are you still bangin?'
I lie and tell her, 'No', but her heart knows I ain't changed
I hate to see her cry, wipe the tears from her eyes
And try to tell her everything is gonna be alright
I hug her tightly, as I leave it bothers me
But for now I gotta go, cuz these streets are callin' me
My mother prays that I quit the life I lead
Damn I try to change my ways, but these streets are callin' me
And I love her to death, but at the same time I'm a solider
I gotta put in work, let rivals know they can't get over
I'm a yoc influenced solider taking chances
I bump wit all my homeboys up in drug induced trances
Evil dances through our thoughts as we plot different strategies
To kill our enemies and not get caught
Since my homie got shot in the spine, he's been paralyzed
I see nothin' but deep despair when I stare into his eyes
I feel my anger rise as I think about his character
He never hurt nobody, just a homeboy that was there for ya
These streets are rarely fair, and that's a hard lesson learned
But you realize quick enough after up a few times getting burned
The streets are cold, bits of love but mostly greed is all they
Hold
You in my way, I'll burn a load and make yo head explode, That's my moto
Livin' in the bottle, hit the throttle
Let this shit start to get you to think break out the fully-auto
- 2X
Just got done
Creasin' up my khakis, put my nikes on
I hear my homeboys outside honkin' the horn
I guess tonight's on
Grabbed the tray snubby
Give my moms a kiss goodbye
As I hop into the ride
She prays that I come home alive
I can't justify my life because I know I'm livin' wrong
What the fuck do you expect me to do when the funk is on
Try to get along with my rivals
Foo, you must be jokin'
What you smokin?
Hollow tips and pistols clips is what I got for punks approachin'
I'm tryin' to get ahead
Spitin' high-lead at these rivals wrapped up
In this life of bangin' got me homicidal
Better check my vital signs
Since I'm livin half dead violent thoughts
Got my brain washed, fuckin' with my head
Wake up sweatin in my bed
Due to nightmares got my body tense
But still I'm prepared to die for this so called nonsense
Cuz everything is fucked up
The whole world is corrupt
I'll never switch up on my homies
So consider me stuck, fuck
I ain't trippin' though
Yeah my money's sittin' low
But still I got enough to get a four-0 at the liquor store
And clothes on my back, plus a gat for these rivals
All my only necessities for survival
- 3X