[Intro]

[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Shit, I never wanted handouts
I say I'ma take the man route
Went from stayin' in Gram's house, got bread to get the fam out
I tried to get away, but the streets got me
I'm in the trenches, I could be on the beach probably but Lord knows
Ready for smoke, grab the black bag, ain't doing that bad
They say I never seen a rap cheque, fuck history
I never failed the math test
Bullets can't even hit a G, I guess you can say I'm that blessed
Section 8 like the projects
Soak it and let it digest
Started off with weed, now he graduated to pyrex
Rolled up in a leaf, that's my relief along with high tech
Got n***as on the street, I'm wondering how they ain't die yet
Shit, 'cause shit ain't the same, n***a
So watch where you hang, n***a
Gon' get your ass in trouble, you thought life was a game, n***a
I did this off the muscle, me and you not the same, n***a
Same hittas, tryna fit a cap through a drop-top, brain missing
South Beach, I got a Cuban bitch from Jamain, n***a
Plug thought I just might flood the streets with the cane, n***a
Time hard but you know sun gon' shine after rain, n***a
Never trusting [?], eventually they gon change, n***a
Pain, don't like to talk about it
I get to thinkin' [?], they like to push it, and they coffin bout it
Go Vietnam, investing bombs and start a wars about it
Murder your moms, over the lines, 'cause we gon' cross them out quick, shit
You live by the gun, you die by the gun
I get so high I just said hi to the sun
I tell my girl we need to have a son
Ain't giving up till the battle is done
Don't give a fuck because I feel like I won
Jones!
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
City small so the wrist big
I went through a shit storm but I'm still here
I just slid through the door before that bitch closed
And then attached the C4, blew it off the hinge
Bitch, let my homies in
Dig this, n***as ain't slick, I'm on it
We talked about how to fix you this morning
That cake bake n***a, just wait
I'm on skates, [?] on my Chevrolet
New Impalas everyday, n***as dying everyday
This New Orleans, what's new?
Be cool 'for the next robbery [?] about about you, they shook
Rap cappers, no hooks, behind back passes, alley oops, no looks
We all on the scope, boy we all stars like Chuck Taylor's
Racing Lamborghinis with soccer players
Off season, in Brazil chiefing
Eastside to your side, it ain't easy

[Interlude]

[Outro: Curren$y]
Jay Jones hit you with the setup
Jay Jones come in this motherfucker with 50 bars
Young Money Jet Life, n***a
East Side to Hollygrove, Hollygrove to East Side
Make sure you got gas money
You get caught up in between, I can't do shit for you, my n***a
We ain't that cool, out