(Wicket)
I got my Viper ready to k** a n***a
Standin in my drop with my fingers on my muthaf**in trigger,uh
This sh** is real in this game you gots to pack your steel
I can remember sellin rocks on the f**in hill
I steady keep it cause I'm silent
Because these n***as in the street
All they thinkin about is violence
Jackin your a** for your muthaf**in grip son
I got my .9 package come get you some
n***as get large or straight hoe-out
But a n***a like the wicked murder [name] will blow your brains out
Leavin your a** in the gutter
Everytime I look up I been approached by an undercover
Tryin to make a f**in drug trade
But I'm too damn smart
That's how them wickedest n***a stay his pay
My homie died at a early age
Since he was black he never made the front page
Left a son and a pregnant wife
That's just another fact in these facts of life
(Chorus)
These are the facts of life
These are the facts of life
(Nino)
Sippin my grip just smokin on some weed
I'm thinkin about the n***a [name] rob for some keeps
My only trade is sellin dope
So f** a job and these muthaf**in white folks
My mama always fussin at me (why?)
I never had a education now I G.E.D
Keep sayin take your a** to trick
Before a craze muthaf**a like myself wind up in a hearse
Now I'm in jail I got a bail
Them muthaf**as trudged me with a cell
So I did four years in the county
Listenin to these p**y-a** securities
Stressin me depressin they sendin me crazy
That's just a modern day slavery
(Chorus)
These are the facts of life
These are the facts of life
(Wicket)
Back at your a** with these muthaf**in facts of life
I pack a .9 n***a you pack a pocket knife
My younger brother's in the pen again (why that?)
Cause he was sleepin with four ki's in his f**in benz
Took everything the n***a owned
But before he went down he gave me love and his Herringbone
So now I'm all alone
The closest friend I got is my f**in chrome
I'm ready for the drama
I'm in so deep can't even go to see my own mama
And it's hard to survive
When I look at my son I see tears fall from his eyes
My little boy needs diapers
My only thoughts of income is jackin n***as with my chrome Viper
I often reminisce
Thinkin to myself how did I end up like this
But I try to live right
And everytime I tried I got f**ed by the facts of life
(Chorus) -till end
These are the facts of life
These are the facts of life