(Texas Tantrum)
My life, Guerilla Maab on the rise
Can't you see, can't yooooou seeee

[Hook: Texas Tantrum - 2x]
Can't you see, the life of a G
Can't you see, the pain on the streets
Can't you see, can't you see
What's troubling me

[Trae]
Get up out of my nightmare
I gotta get up, out of my dreams
Feeling the pains of hard times, and live in the streets
The murder rate increase, everytime I go to sleep
And everybody that I love, done came up deceased
A n***a see the struggle, and I wanna make it out
What's making me feeling worse, I'm dying without a doubt
Stress fucking me up, and running me to the ground
And even partnas be faking, when they be coming around
You n***as can't relate, to living the broke life
When you praying to the Lord, that it be alright
Just to make it through the night, and see another day
And on the real, we be living it in the worst way

[Dougie D]
Next up in this motherfucking thang, taking a swang
And leaving n***as, with motherfucking stains on brains
Sick of the drama, and sick of the past
Sick of motherfuckers acting feminine, and they only be faking
After all the shit, that we done seen and fight fo'
Hold they heads high, real rhymes to ride to
Never be another set, of motherfuckers
That'll be jumping up on the microphone, wrecking it the way we do
Young and black, broke and going through thangs
It's the money and the cars, and not milk it mayn
On a constant grind daily, to maintain
Doing all I can, to break bread and stay sane