[Intro: Nell]
Life
It ain't no livin' twice
My n***a live in right
Yuh
And I bet your bitch be Raider Klan
New Era Gang gang, n***a

[Verse 1: Nell]
'90's n***a livin' irrelevant
With old friends that ain't know you
Comin' up while smokin' them killas'
Swishers not knowing they meaning to spoil
The government tryin' to control you
Too blint whipping the scent
They crack your skin representing the kin
Rules a forth trap you in the pen
They keeping us enslaved
Using the way we were raised
To reincarnate the days
I answer the dealt with
They stay representing the belt shit
N***as felt this, at the rage of my soul
[?] like a [?]
Melts it feel like an el pit
No way to escape, lock you behind bars
Disguising your fate as you change it's too late
You remain in the place where the dominant figure
Just spits in the face of our race, call it disgrace
Then we let em' run again
N***as killin' n***as get life in the pen
They not even 6 inches like zimmerman
Who's to say he's not gonna kill again?
So we bustin' them crackers and [?]
Fuck the government, go lick like a 100 dicks
They not runnin' shit, growin' down here
Live in no fear, we got the voice of the year
I bring the economy tears, on the frontier
So just line up on the gear my n***a this war
Duck down to floor, splittin' [?] like the doors
Equiped with them pistols and swords
My n***a we here with the [?]
And you don't stop
We in this bitch all black with both jobs
And they equipped with the strap, just don’t [?]
Pumpin' the truck we bump the funk
Nah, n***a
[Verse 2: Pouya]
One time for my clique, two times for my foes
You ain't in my brain so don't act like you know
I sat in my room just perfecting my flow
My daddy done told me to leave out his house
So I took that advice, ain’t acting nice
Stick to my homies like white on the rice
Industries making these bitches be nice
So watch your back and time it right
Pouya and Nell, bad bitch in the middle
[?] so I play em like fiddle
Little by little I’m ballin’ like dribble
Ain’t tryna be safe when these cops’ll get rid of you
With no remorse, leave you on the fucking street
Leave it on me to form this course, do what I want
Like I got the force, I’m sick of these
Simple rappers screaming YOLO, I got swagger
You ain’t real, you fucking actors
Work hard, and you a slacker
Just watch out like the rapture
Old school like the [?]
Bringing it back I am a master of my craft
She like my style, bitch I am flattered
Matter of fact, pop in the movies and sit on my lap
The thicker the pussy the flatter the ass
My flow is insane, and that’s word to my raps
That I listen to, I ain’t got shit to do
But make this music, that you can vibe to
Put your middle finger up in the air
They staring at me but I don’t really care
Please don’t get up, better sit in your chair
If you are my homie then put it right there
I’m finally startin’ to get on the map
Like Taco Bell, you know it’s a wrap
You talk shit, you get slapped
Don’t give a fuck, and that’s just a fact
Bitch