[Hook]
What's the reason why these hard-ass cappers gettin' hung?
The real keep living but the fakers die young
Watch the big shit dig his grave with his tongue
The real keep living but the fakers die young

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Aight class, let me teach you hood lesson number one:
Keep your eyes on your money, when them laws is comin run
Real life, understand hood lesson number two:
Nullify all gun-bumpin' snitches out the crew
Write it down, motherfuckers, hood lesson number three:
Just because you spent a grand, don't mean your woman won't fuck me
Listen up, number four: with your partners let it flow
But by yourself and see your foes before they see you time to go
Where I live you got to strive, hood lesson number five:
Talkin' shit you take a dive, you got game you stay alive
Pay attention, make your list, hood lesson number six:
But if it ain't none of yo business keep yo face up out the mix
Keep it low, what I'm stressin', that's lesson number seven:
Understand we live in hell, 'cause without paper ain't no heaven
Let your mind elevate, ghetto lesson number eight:
Don't be out there tryna cap because that shit gon seal your fate

[Hook]
[Verse 2: K-Rino]
Look in the clique, the twisted minds with agg faces
Routine to interact with drama on a daily basis
Snitches in the midst of true players like they aces
Fakers plus real Gs equals murder cases
Suckers try to sell it, but legitimate brothers they live to tell it
Half these fools talkin' about "clientele" can't even spell it
[Books and cream?] made these punks, so don't provoke 'em
Killers agg enough to roll your ashes up and smoke 'em
Programmed for drama, street producing, blood from grudges
Motherfucking dealers selling cocaine to the judges
Count it up for the blast, if we acted right the world might last
But if "if" was a bullet, we'd all be shot in the ass
K-Rino be underground 'cause they don't play me on the radio
Legendary flower grabbed the micrphone in '84
Fakers falling off because they ain't got no identity
Trying to be a killer got him blowed off the vicinity
Never had a battle, said you did but see you lied to me
Hit him with that swarm and made him feel like it was five of me
Drivin' me, see how ignorant rappers persist to be
No knowledge of self and don't shit about your history

[Verse 3: C-Rock]