[Verse]
Sometimes I feel like I'm better off dead
Then my problems would vanish
Underground hammocks, lay me to rest with the maggots
But that'd make my enemies happy
They been prayin' on a n***a dyin', collapsin'
But I'm not ready to leave, I got a lot to do
To show the worlds my talents, then maybe I'm through
Wanna give the next generation some jewels to swallow
To give 'em hope to make it to a new tomorrow
My people suffered a lot, throughout ages
My people suffered a lot from cocked gauges
My people suffered a lot, it's not changin'
My people suffered a lot, shoutout Nick Craven
I gotta watch over my shoulder for the payback
Street dreams, desires of havin' Maybachs
Trap mansions, with ice on me, dancin'
Got bad Brazilian model bitches glancin'

[Chorus]
Label me a G forever, Italian leathers
I was always wishin' life would be better
Label me a G forever, Italian leathers
I was always wishin' life would be better
What about the mansions, the yachts?
The hundred-thousand dollar watch?
N***as fiendin' for your spot, I gotta grind to get to that spot
Hard work pays off, whether haters like it or not
What about the mansions, the yachts—
[Outro]
Tsss... damn, Nick, what the fuck?
You gotta make it longer so I can kill these motherfuckers
Tzazazzaza!