Trials and tribulation y'all Don't do alot But everybody got problems ya know
[Verse:] In my lifetime I did slight time Running from the police in the night time Southside jamaica queens journey through life The ball drop all your hear is shots right through the night Baby mothers going senile Lonely nights baby father in the p now That's the hood for ya Lil homies dying over hood stardom And the street and re-up fore they brush they teeth, listen I'm tired of my stupid ass p.o And I'm a party when I max off the stable road Thou shall not kill and kill over pettyness Botched robbery you hit with the 4 5th Don't be a victim of society I'll pull the trigger if these haters keep tryin me We live by hood rules and g codes The strap jam on you nigga hit the floor
My life is real no fiction True story
[Verse:] Wake up snatch my son off his elmo potty I'm on my 1 and 2's I gotta get this money They say the eyes are the gateway to your soul Keep your head up out there the streets is cold And, pain is suffering of the mind All the stress might kill you in due time Lil homie I hope you use a latex Cause it's a wrap when it comes to that aids shit Yeaaaaaaaa The streets respect violence For the loudmouth killers and the shooters that's silent Make americas most and laugh about it Doin robo just time and never ratted Do you believe kamesha richards died over pampers Her best friend kayla killed her over 20 dollars So id rather be feared than be loved Friends are fickle kobe shaked up in them handcuffsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
