(Grrr)
(Situation Gang)
(Team Larkin)
(Grr)
(Coka)

It's hard getting out this life when you know you ain't living right
Still dealing with the same shit, just a different night
And your mother stressed out, always quick to pick a fight
And your n***as out there dying so you forced to grip a pipe
A lot of people idolize you so you gotta set examples
First start trapping every customer gon' want a sample
Nosy people started watching, politicin', making gossip
Tryna keep up with the latest fashion breaking down your pockets
Got your confidence up, now you want you a bad bitch
Built a relation then you found out she taking mad dick
Fake stressing then convincing yourself that it was past tеnse
Realize bitchеs sneaky cuz she ain't bring up the past tense
Caught yourself for granted and you wish you followed your dreams
Attracted to this life but it really ain't how it seems
Caught up in some trouble you looking for dudes to help
When drama cross your path its time to go prove yourself
But these streets ain't ever stopping
Jail or death the only option
Other people started plotting
Now you seeing bodies dropping
Minor arrests get you questioned interrogated
Even though you played dumb they know that you hesitated
Started catching robberies always scheming on licks
Looking for faster money and plainer ways to get rich
Rather they take my life and get buried dead in a ditch
Then go out with no respect and get labeled known as a snitch
Overlooking what my pen and my fingers wrote
"Forever Situated" my motto and favorite quote
But in reality my future became a joke
This criminal life style is all I ever promote (Coka)
My insecurities led me to make some bad decisions
Became distracted and Choos ignored the tasks that was given
Shot twice, still moving like I'm running out of time
I never even thought to cherish the fact that I'm living
Satisfied with acceptance but still seeking revenge
Perfect score throw em' ​off by making amends
Orchestrating and planning everything God envisioned
All my emotions and poor judgement I kept a distance
I grew up stuck in my ways and being narcissistic
The truth can be right it your face but its not hard to miss it
Making believers you gullible if you optimistic
More retaliation cuz those times only a scar can fix it
I'm the one to get the job done well by any means
Orchestrating I don't gotta do it I can pull the strings
Young n***as coming up looking for a point to prove
Men, women, little kids, ain't not time to pick and choose
When it was lit, a lot of opps got hit or they got wacked
Took a couple losses I was down but I got back
Brag about what they heard. quick to always run their lips
But in reality these n***as broke and they ain't doing shit
Smoking zaza, popping pills, drinking lean, getting smacked
Grew up robbing n***as, selling counties I was pitching crack
Scary n***as bluffing like they gangster but that's just an act
It's hard to get respect and if you lose it you can't get it back
I'm about a dollar it's a lot of paper in these streets
If I can make it on my own then maybe that's enough for me
Got me on my bullshit, n***as stepping outta line
Strategize my every move I'm on a different type of time
I could never trust them, for the money people change quick
While I was starving they was eating good and everything switched
Ain't no catching feelings when you dealing with a pretty bitch
Get you pussy whipped, do you dirty, then she leave you sick
Got some n***as that'll come and kill you for some new J's
Disrespect me your life gone in less than two days
Brooklyn n***as caught my first rollie I was hyped up
Doing shit they've never seen before so they don't like us
See n***as wearing Cubans, while we driving Imma hop out
A lot of facebook likes so now they think they got clout
Runnin' down, I'm taking everything but the Glock out
People snitching under pressure so you gotta watch out
Thirty off a hundred what the fuck Imma do with that?
Buy my own work, I'll be damned if I move a pack
Gotta pay homage if you got it you getting taxed
When I grip the chop I start thinking bout who to clap
Counting money, oh they step outta line, I always check that
Those few months locked down was only a minor setback
Pray on my downfall, pay attention and watch the get-back
Only the strong survive situations I never stressed that
Take me in my glory now why the fuck would I let that?
Throwing salt on my is where the lack of respect at
While they was rapping we starting shooting and told us, did that
Now we be trapping and still be shooting and giving head taps
I'm from the gutter where people suffer and never make it out
Drinking, get to the bag, gotta build up a paper route
Let it rock in the pot, watch it drown, then paper towel
Benjamin Franklin, Andrew Jackson, I only hang around
Born to survive got adjusted to my surroundings
From a side block across the street from public housing
Started only serving them eighths, quarters, and ounces
Earning my money then I spend it all like I found it
100's, 50's, 20's, finessing more than I counted
Sirloin steak, rice, lemon with grilled salmon
Bitch I'm your daddy give you spankings and leave you grounded
Hit it from the back and I'm leaving the pussy pounded
Caramel [?], oldie, pretty ain't got a soft ass
Tell her "I love her, wanna fuck?", whenever she walk past
Army n***as ready for war without a dogtag
Moving millies, ski mask on, dressed up in all black
Run in the spot, too much jewelry gone come up off that
When I'm hungry catch a few stains and then I just fall back
Guns drawn, kicking the door cause I need some more cash
Flinch let him, caught his bluff, have him jumping he [?] less
Big man moving on the [?] you get your jaw
(N***as ain't fucking with me!)
(Like that)