[Verse 1: Ang P]
This is, this is, this is, this is, this is/ Life ain’t been the same since way back when man say that then/ All I wanna do is get my hands on a, on a mothafuckin’ way that wins/ L after L take that then/ All I wanna do is break that trend/ All I wanna do is make them ends, bake that bread, save my friends/ Streetlights when the day job ends heat cocked I’ma pay my rent/ Man I said I know that nothing’s promised and the little hope we had we went and hand it to Obama/ I’m not sayin’ he’s the problem, I’m just sayin’ that the hood got the same problems/ Goin’ on and on and word to mama I’m just tryna finda knda way to make a dolla/ Holy father give me holy water ‘cuz we knowin’ that we ain’t right/ And we knowin’ that we oughta play right/ But the way we brought up ain’t nice ain’t bright/ Life gone and gone and in the same night gonna be a lot of mourning in the morning/ Ain’t that really what we wanted more of moral of the story everybody got a story/ In the back of they mind, back on the line/ Cash on the rise, back on the shine/ Back to back to back packs on the grind/ Master the soul, master the mind, master the hustle, master the climb/ Gotta duck the cop flash from behind, gotta duck the gun flash from behind/ Po’ some liquor for the ones in the sky/

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Life’s so crazy you know/ Gotta watch your back where you go/ N***as want the packs you sold/ Strap in the lap when you roll/ I’m just tryna feed my n***as/ In the week Fo’, Five figgaz/ Tell me who gon’ ride wit’ us/ Take it from the bottom to the sky wit’ us, ay/ Take it from the bottom to the sky wit’ us/ Take it from the bottom to the sky wit’ us! Ay!/

[Verse 2: Ang P]
This is fuckin’ life though ain’t it?/ People livin’ life so tainted/ Focus on the entertainment gonna lead you down the mothafuckin’ right road ain’t it/ Might go crazy, might go to school/ Might have a baby, might grab a tool/ Went and did it ‘cuz Mike did it too/ You ain’t wit’ it then Mike did it too/ Keep it flippin’ ‘cuz Mike get a view/ Keep it crippin’ ‘cuz my city blue/ Mind livin’ like I did a few and I don’t trust like no one n***a/ ‘Specially you‘ont bust yo gun wit’ us/ Cops or the Glock, one gon’ get us/ Headline reads one more n***a/ Dead on the street someone come get ‘em/ Someone come get ‘em, wonderin’ when they gon’ come pick ‘em up, Gon’ pick ‘em up/ Gotta call his mama she gon’ stiffen up/ Seen the body dead, it’s her youngest son/ Tragedy striking every other month, kids in the hood every other one/ Can’t find a parking spot but find a gun/ Can’t find a parking spot but find a gun/