[Verse 1]

1 dollar, 2 dollar, 3 dollar, mo
And the young baby mama and her daughter going broke
Baby father outtie, gone, very second she was showing
Where she gonna get her next meal, only the lord knows
It's a cold cold place (yeah)
But them streets be the hottest, especially on the block
Where them old n***a watch strawberries as they walk
Fox trotting for the dollas, doggy style duckin one-time
In an impala, she get it from mama
Though sweet as pie, internalized everything
Cause she felt deprived of the guidance she needed
Anger deep-seeded, attached to a man
With offspring ain't didn't wanna keep
So she's fighting every day just to feed it
No sleep, even before she wakes shes defeated
What she selling ain't secret

[Hook]

Cause it really goes down bang bang
(bang bang bang)
On the boulevard
Cause it really goes down bang bang
(bang bang bang)
N***as will pull your card
Cause it really goes down down down down
It goes way down my n***a
Karma comes around round round round
It comes way back my n***a
Really goes down

[Verse 2]
All the crazy shit I contemplated when the money's low
Drastic measures seem to overshadow all the principles I was taught
But who's gonna console me, or hold me down
The eviction notice posted on my door
Not him, not them, not her
Gotta go out and get it
Eliminate them feelings, forget it
Forgive me I'm considering sinning
Are you listening, I don't wanna live foul
I'm down and out my n***a, I'm really tormented
(tormented tormented tormented)
My souls listed on a little milk carton somewhere
It's like I'm always trying to find a piece of me that went missing
Somehow I got caught up in the jungle, complete mess
Succumbing to the struggle, good or bad damn
Cause even the trap cuffs you
Shrugging off jail like "we did what we must do"

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Punch]
Staring out my project window, it goes
1 dollar, 2 dollar, 3 dollar, 4
Should of shut the spot down, greedy n***a wanted more
I know how this movie ends, I seen it a one thousand times before
So I wasn't at all surprised when they kicked down the door, nah
Too late to run they threw me on the floor
Hit every spot the same time, a little after four
Should of went with my first mind
I took different course, the road to riches
I missed the sign I had to detour, Lord
They got me sitting in this cold court
Know we ain't spoke in a minute, but I need your support
Ain't no atheist in the fox hole
I promise to drive slow if you just get me out this pothole
And the reality is I never changed
But expected a different result, the definition of insane
I hope the pain reach heaven's loft
Show me the way, if not forgive me for being lost
When it goes down