Yo get a real job. Rappin doesn’t pay the rent, I hate the studio cause that’s where all my money went.
Questions for the lord, why he don’t like me, guard my soul, Though my life was hard with no remorse.
Money made me evil, court cases got me stressed Niggaz aimin at my head but I still wear my vest.
And still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains. Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change.
Even as a dope fiend mama. You always was a black queen mama.
I ain’t racist but lets trade places.
While I’m dreaming, Wake up screaming, Cuz I can hear them suckas scheming.
God come save the youth, Ain’t nothin else to do but have faith in you, Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand.
They claim that I’m violent just cuz I refuse to be silent.
So many other things for us to see, Things to be, Our history so full of tragedy and misery.
We ain’t meant to survive, cause it’s a setup, And even though you’re fed up, Huh, ya got to keep your head up.
It’s kinda hard to be optimistic, When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted.
I’m tired of being a nice guy, I’ve been poor all my life, but don’t know quite why.
I struggle to be rugged and raw dude, trying to survive in the trials and lawsuits, Everybody wants to test me, WHY ME?
And I hope I’m forgiven for Thug Livin when I die.
Throw it up y’all, throw it up, Throw it up, Let’s show these fools how we do this on that west side. Cause you and I know it’s tha best side.
And every breath I breathe untill the moment I’m deceased. Will be another moment ballin’ as a ‘G’.
Rollin wit a posse full of paranoid drugdealaz!
Since I only got one life to ive, God forgive me for my sins, let me make it and i’ll never steal again, or deal again, my only friend is my misery. Wantin revenge for the agony they did to me.
People die, and people cry. People want me dead.