[Intro]
Purps on the beat
Riiiight
Deuce!

[Verse 1: 2Eleven]
Nothing but trouble, what they gonna do with us?
Street's a motherfucker, ain’t no tellin who to trust
I told em show me the money, I wanna see it all
Been around the world twice, n***a I done seen it all
Motivation, grind long as it takes
This shit cutthroat, nobody is safe
I put my city on my back, n***a no matter the weight
And while I'm at it might as well give em something to hate
Lil gold chains, diamonds are forever til a n***a gone
I notice they don't pay attention til a n***a on
Sex, money and drugs ? I call it rock n roll
I was brought up one way, n***a coppin dro
I front myself and get it on the back yea
Woke up hung, movin set, tonight I’m goin back
Another day, another dollar, another night of weed and vodka
Ain't no promising tomorrow so I'm tryna put my stuck up
I tell em watch my back, not my sack
That's words of wisdom from my homeboy rack
If the n***as cut the check then it must be my callin
Put yo money up and crist on it, my pull

[Chorus: Kasey Jones]
I been down this road before
Man, some things never change
It's like you make a little money and people act like they know you
It's funny how things have changed in a year here
In the city of gold
Gotta hustle to survive
Perfect day on the grind
Our mission to get nurture
Only to live and die
In L.A

[Verse 2: 2Eleven]
Look, suckers pray, try and stay away from fuckery
A man before anything, I fuck with who fuck with me
Rain king, yea I weave up up
Money, power and respect, n***a we's the mob
I'm on my job 9 to 5
Better yet, 5 to 9, graveyard
One in a million, against all odds
Little n***as run around this bitch for pays like the city of God
Lost angels, mentality is devilish
Make the witness disappear as well as all the evidence
Somebody call the ambulance, the n***a juicy killin ’em
Used to import the word, split ’em and deliver 'em
Paid my dues, owe it to myself
Street n***a, something I can’t help
Glock 26, 9 millie in my belt
Gamble with the street and play the cards I was dealt
[Chorus: Kasey Jones]
I been down this road before
Man, some things never change
It's like you make a little money and people act like they know you
It's funny how things have changed in a year here
In the city of gold
Gotta hustle to survive
Perfect day on the grind
Our mission to get nurture
Only to live and die
In L.A