[Intro]
Yeah, it's that vibe right here

[Verse 1]
Reminiscin’ on when a n***a was locked down
Who woulda thought I'd get out and have shit locked down?
Since the day I clocked in I never clocked out
It's All Money In, no money out
When I hit the block, jaws drop, the neighbors watch
And haters plot and ain’t no stoppin', yeah, we major poppin'
Goin' robbin' was my favorite hobby
Eighteen, was on my way to the pen, shoulda been on my way to college
Used to eat Top Ramen, now I eat steak and lobster
No mama, no father, streets made a monster
We used to watch Godfather, we was playin' mobsters
We the Black Italian mafia with a plate of pasta
Fifteen years old, I used to play with choppers
Serve yay to knockers, got away from helicopters
In school they say, "You grow up, you can be a doctor"
They said, "Be a fireman", they tell you, "Be a cop"
I wanted to rap and own businesses, that ain't my options
I was born to hate the police, they killed my mama
I wanted to bang and do music and make a profit
I coulda bought her a house, wish I could take her shoppin'

[Chorus]
My whole life I been through tough times
But granny told me life was gon’ be a rough ride
And what’s the whole point of livin' if you must die?
I guess this is just what it sounds like when thugs cry
My whole life I been through tough times
But granny told me life was gon’ be a rough ride
And what's the whole point of livin' if you must die?
I guess this is just what it sounds like when thugs cry
[Verse 2]
I got shot, I was sixteen, was on the scene
Before n***as was on lean or rollin' on a bean
RSC on my buckle, no Louis on my jeans
Since I was nine years old I been smokin’ weed
I had to bury my brother when I was fourteen
On top of my mama casket you see the loc in me
It was missions on missions, who was as cold as me?
When that shit fuck with my feelings, you get smoked for free
Gun cases after gun cases, never won cases
Just got sent to the pen, n***a, the judge racist
They threw me in them cages, who is he to judge races?
I ain't walk the stage but I get paid to walk on stages
This a chapter of my life, we just flippin' pages
Many situations, trials and tribulations
Watch your statements, ain't no statutes of limitations
Indictments, don't be they process of elimination

[Chorus]
My whole life I been through tough times
But granny told me life was gon' be a rough ride
And what's the whole point of livin' if you must die?
I guess this is just what it sounds like when thugs cry
My whole life I been through tough times
But granny told me life was gon' be a rough ride
And what's the whole point of livin' if you must die?
I guess this is just what it sounds like when thugs cry