[Intro: Ty Nati]
(Yeah)
(The Empire) Woo
Huh? Yeah
The realest shit of a n***a life, man
So gutter 'round here, you dig?
When you gotta get it, man
This rap shit be havin' n***as goin' every which way, man
Confused-ass n***as
Yeah (N***as definitely confused), ching-ching, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Nati]
They say rapping is good living huh? (Huh?)
You feel like when you get it, you gotta get it huh? (Huh?)
A lot of people think it's easy homie not at all
It make the same n***a feel like he ain't got 'em all (Amazin')
And when you stop poppin' off it's like Tylenol (Woo)
Until your single play out and you start dyin' off (Yeah)
Two choices, you either ride it 'til the tires off
Or switch it up and start singin' like Diana Ross (Woo)
I'm still a n***a in the trap, so who am I to talk?
I just zone out and produce it, play the piano soft
N***as don't buy records, they try to make our asses soft
Off some pop shit, 'cause Rap City in the basement off
This hip hop shit, done slowed down since it taken off
And you can sit and complain, but it won't get you far
And you can pitch a hissy fit, curse and flip 'em off
Because to them, you the only, they depict you all
It's fucked up, n***a
[Chorus: Eddie B.]
Never promise what you can't keep
'Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle
When faced with reality, reality
Never promise what you can't keep
'Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle
When faced with reality, reality

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, they got me feelin' like
Fuck the world, 'cause we livin' in hell
Got me, pawning my chain, just to get him his bail
Yeah, my brother, that's my n***a, I'm supposed to be with you
Closest thing I ever had, to a fatherly figure
When my momma shook my pops, said he was a bullshitter
It was just me and my brother, look, my brothers my n***a
So, you know I got your back like your spine
And I'm yet to see another n***a ever match your grind
N***a, twenty four seven, twilight to sunrise
It was nothin' they could tell us, it was money on our minds
It was triple Cuban links, all at the same time
It was bullet proof windows on them 745s, n***a
You know the games got it's lows and it's highs in it
You know them people keep they nose up my business
Is it a crime for a n***a to see the skies the limit
Reachin' for the stars will have you reachin' through the bars, it's a trap
[Chorus: Eddie B.]
Never promise what you can't keep
'Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle (Right)
When faced with reality, reality (It's me)

[Verse 3: Numbers]
Yo, show me a stage and I rhyme a page
Rap, sing choruses performin' for the audience (Yeah)
They applauding, and record labels exploitin' (Right)
Tellin' stories of pain and then recordin' them
How they selling our slang and now they talkin' shit?
Wish I could give 'em my shoes and tell them walk in this
Thugs singin' the blues, and now they fortunate
Make 'em mad, flossin' shit they thought we'd never have (Yeah)
Ghetto n***as pullin' up in somethin' elegant
I guess if it's one man's trash, others will treasure it
So that settles it, metals spit, quick to be devil for the benefit, only if I'm gettin' rich
It's like a cycle, these tracks that I'm blessin'
Is mirrors to my pain, so I'm rappin' my reflection
Livin' in the rain, got me blackin' out, I'm stressin'
It's like I'm relivin' my vision, I'm repeatin' my life (Uh-huh)
My words fight back in punch lines disrespectful
But I'd rather have my voice box the instrumental (Okay)
I got a one track mind, puttin' lines together
And get some glow before I go, I can't shine forever, nope
[Chorus: Eddie B.]
Never promise what you can't keep
'Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle
When faced with reality, reality
Never promise what you can't keep
'Cause every day's a constant struggle, struggle
When faced with reality, reality