[Verse 1: Lil' Keke]
Black ladies with crack babies, the game hard (Hard)
The old man got two families, but I don't board (I swear)
Goin' to class and tryna pass just wasn't me (Me)
Fuck some A's, I'm runnin' plays to be a G (Let's go)
On the highway (Ride), 'cause it's Friday (Fri')
Havin' visions of them fours in the driveway (Let's go)
Nightmares of livin' off in the sweatbox (Box)
Mama cryin', I'm thuggin', these people stressed out (Swear)
My lil' homie got an L, that's a cold lick (Lick)
Meanwhile, I'm out here tryna get a whole brick (Brick)
From the start, it's from the heart, it ain't a part missin'
Don Ke, on my life, n***a, I'm cut different (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil' Keke]
This just the life we live, yeah
This how we play in the field

[Verse 2: C-Bo]
State of California, home of gorillas and panthers (Panthers)
Say the Bloods and Crips, Sureños, Norteños is cancer (Cancer)
Say that three violent felonies'll get you the standard (Standard)
Kickstand, bicycle, can't ride it to Stanford (Yeah)
Dreams in the window, everything I seen I thought was the answer (Answer)
Everything that glittered, I thought I'd get it, hustle or gambler (Gamble)
Learned to turn one into two, turned me to a handler (Up)
Now I'm tryna invest everything, pickin' some land up (Yeah)
I'm a hustler, before, I'd be a customer (Customer)
Candy paint guts, pair of D's, now put the Cutlass up (Put the Cutlass up)
Ball through the winter just to come and fuck the summer up (Fuck the summer up)
Family, they could work, but just don't let 'em fuck the numbers up (Fuck the numbers up, yeah)
[Chorus: Lil' Keke]
This just the life we live
This how we play in the field
This wasn't a part of the deal
But they wasn't keepin' it real

[Verse 3: Lil' Keke]
This shit a jungle, my n***a, come see the planet apes (Apes)
I'm eighteen, I'm drinkin' syrup and doin' tapes (Tapes)
N***as talkin' that shit, but ain't gon' bust a grape (Grape)
I got a zip of that hard bust down on the plate (Yeah)
I had dreams of bein' more than a convict
But these killers and thugs is who I run with (I swear)
3 in the morning in the stores and the streets feel it (Feel it)
Grip the pen, goin' crazy, man, I really killed it (I did)
Packin' pistols and pushin' work and knockin' hoes (Hoes)
Now we holdin' and gettin' paper and rockin' shows (Shows)
They was hatin' on the kid and now them n***as shook (They shook)
Don't mess with Texas, the truth, it's in the history books (Yeah)