[Produced By AC3 Beats]

[Hook – Rick Taylor]
Making moves to get this bank roll
Same shit just a different day
Chucky pistol sitting on my waist
For all these obstacles in my way
Addicted to the street life, got to get my feet right
Same shit just a different day
Addicted to the street life, got to get my feet right
Same shit just a different day

[Verse 1 – Trizz]
Same shit just a different day
High as fuck but the objective is getting paid
I’m on my way, while n***as focus on getting laid
I done had plenty of pussy, this shit is getting lame
I’m in the game now, creeping on the come up
Pulling up on n***as dissing, creeping with my gun up
Waiting until the sun up, I see em, Imma run up
Asking about the shit he was talking and make him shut up
Beat him the fuck up, oh now you want to suck up?
On his knees begging and pleading before I nut up
I don’t talk shit n***a, go out like a gangsta
I remain silent and get violent with this banger
Put his life in danger for fucking with my anger
Southside ranger, unsigned stranger
Affiliated banger with crips and some flamers
That’s down to do whatever when I hit em for a favor

[Hook]

[Verse 2 – Trizz]
Enough with all the chit chat
Pull up to where you live at
All you hear is (click clack), a bunch of n***as get back
Point me to where your shit at
Money and where your bitch at
Starve me with the yip yap
Cause I ain’t tryna hear that
Pistol whip you with the strap till it hurts
Rapping don’t work, you end up on the amber alert
Either that or find yourself inside the back of a hearse
Caravan to a church, and your face on a shirt
These n***as don’t understand, I’m serious I ain’t playing
So fuck whatever the saying, going out like a man
To dominate is the plan, capitalize and stand
On my own life, so G no what ups and shaking hands
Fuck y’all and fuck friends, I need enemies
I was born on my own, so what the fuck is a friend to me
All this shit they done did to me
N***as still some kids to me
I don’t let it get to me
Ride till they get rid of me

[Hook]