[Verse 1: Berner] Yea I'm still the same dude that you met back then I got ma shit bustin hard and I don't act like them I let the candy paint drip like the cocaine sniff I'm dope and I don't know bout days like this I leave the house and pray to God that they don't raid my shit It's hard I spent my whole life taking risk Hit the mall spend a grip on a couple of fits New kicks and I know they don't hustle like this Big faces no twentys not even a fifthy So much money in my pocket that my jeans don't fit me Remember high school it was three for fifthy Not that OG but it was green and sticky I upgraded from yellow gold to platnium And lost alot of friends when I started rapping I never finished school I was caught in traffic No metal on me homie because my glock is plastic
[Hook:] I was young I was gettin my cake thoe Now I'm out of state letting that weight go I pray for another day cause this life is rough I roll up and I light my blunt Yea I'm riding to that pac sippin leen and smokin All eyes on me picture me rollin Yea I pray for another day cause this life is rough I roll up and I light my blunt
[Verse 2: Berner] I get letters from the pen they wana keep him in He caint wait to get out and play the streets again It gets hard out here in these streets were in It's dry I can't wait to eat again Fresh money brand new and crispy When I'm broke it feels like the whole worlds against me My baby mother still screaming in my face Calling me a loser cause I send things outa state I guess I'm just a drug dealer living day by day If you feel the same way and can't take a brake Then you feel my pain it's like I'm paralyzed Cause I'm stuck right here this is where I die Fuck a 9-5 I culdnt wear a tie and this kinda lifestyle makes my parents cry I got a kid know it's time to make a change When I open up that door I hear em' say my name
[Hook:] I was young I was gettin my cake thoe Now I'm out of state letting that weight go I pray for another day cause this life is rough I roll up and I light my blunt Yea I'm riding to that pot sleekin leen and smokin All eyes on me picture me rollin Yea I pray for another day cause this life is rough I roll up and I light my blunt
[Verse 3: The Jacka] Up early in the morning the sun ain't up yet Thinking about murder cause mayne I'm upset Erase another line off the plague watch the sun set Soon as you come out the house it's would be yo last breathe But you never came out the house so I'm out here Trying to pay bills in the drought gotta kill again Never leave the steel at the house never sleep again Cause I missed out on so much when I'm in my dreams So I'm out late on the fall trying to shake the being Niggas getting bread of course but it never seems To be enough I'm insane I be seeing stuff Ran for the petty club golds with my ones Look, I must be having fun but it's not a game two stepping with my gun Feelin like a king head hustlas like myself Tryna join the team sick I'm on the meth pushers then we split the cheeseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.