Life ain't been no walk through the park, where do I start? Young nigga selling hard and robbing, just not the store He never paid attention in school, can't get a job Plus he confused, most of his partners behind bars He turned to god Asking him why he was dealt these cards, he feeling odd His blood is cold, his heart's scarred but he's a street nigga He got a pistol, he gon' eat nigga He give a fuck about a bitch or a weak nigga and that's real And if that ain't real then tell me what it is My cousin, 19, they gave his ass 20 years My nigga Larry died and I'm still shedding tears But I salute him cause he kept it real But there's a lot of fakes Backstabbing ass hoes and snakes They turn on their people for a little piece of cake And when you make it to the top, these fuck niggas hate But I'm okay cause I know one day That I'ma leave and they gon' know that I'm 100 21, bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
