[Hook: Choirboy]
That's just life dealing with the highs and lows
Bumpy roads no control how this life just make ya wanna run away

[Verse 1: Pepperboy]
The pieces to the puzzle seem always missing make a n***a give up like he didn't listen
Real talk - I was on the edge
I sold a little dope but didn't go unfed
Slap ya hands for me - a n***a got right
No more selling rocks hanging out all night
Gotta focus now I'm on these beats
I rap about it my name known in the streets
Pepperboy
Please say it loud roll a blunt up appreciate my style
Born on the blocc we get it from the start got a purple heart when n***as shot me in the dark
38 yeah I felt that sting
Hot bullet in my stomach oh the pain it bring
Still feel it - I got that P.T.S
We strive hard hard and hustle to do our best

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
Why you watching me
Ain't nobody robbing me I swam through the belly of the beast made them vomit me
Five slugs in me with the fiends straight watching me
Give into death and I ain't let a single cop talk to me
The OG's told me little woadie never switch without your honor they gon' fucc you like a bitch
What the fucc is white privilege to a cracka from the hood muddafucka we ain't interested
I'm riding on a drone - riding on a drone
Polo sport cologne get Obama on the phone and I fly over the gutter all I see is murder
Swerve up to suburbia they barbecuing burgers
Man I grew up round some crib gang pimps and curb servers then the sixth grade came we was already burglars
But tribulations put me on a different path (?) so none of that fucc shit that I'm with so you can kiss my cracker ass
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Choir Boy]
Woke up in the hood but I grew up in the sticks though
Piss poor little muddafuckka acting 6'4
Slicker than some crisco poppin' shit like pistols
Couple crackers doing it but none of them like this though
Never put a homie on a stacc like that
If you really knew me wouldn't act like that
Just a cat that rap with a pacc that clap never acctin blacc you can tracc that bacc
Bad muddafuckka grew round hicks and truckas leave yo ass in them crutches who the fucc wanna judge us
This (?)
Before there was a rapper Drake
(?)
Before I knew how to skate them guns was pointed at my face
Momma said that there'd be days like this
I don't know why the lord would put me in a place like this
How the fucc am I suppose to feed and raise my kids around this maze that I'm in and I'm amazed I did
The tribulations made me who I is fam first and the rest of you can chew my kiss

[Hook]