Verse 1:
b**h you in the belly of the beast
Feel the heat
Souls deceased
Forty thieves feet creep
b**hes bloody knees press concrete
Doing donuts in the street
Low pro
Banana seat
Pop wheelies round pot holes
And liquor stores with EBT
Rolling rollie pollies
Roaches in my cereal
Smoke that dope
Til' you can't hol it'
Hot like stove and baking soda
Coke rock to the tic tock
Pop pills pop lock
Bunny hop fences
Marijuana in my tube sock
With the house slippers
40 deuce gloc
With the clip extension
Common sense is
Gone with the wind
Feel the tension
b**hes s**ing f**ing dodging ducking bullets
Getting pimped on the strip for a pinch eon
Come up missing
No religion
Wild west keep a tek
And two shooters on deck
Dennis Rodman
Scottie Pippen
On that block
With that rod
Never looked up to the stars cause we rob them
And that's our motherf**ing problem
Bridge:
That's why n***as can't have sh**
Cause we afraid we ain't gone be sh**
Teachers said we would'nt be sh**
We done f**ed round and believed it
Verse 2:
Mama's always pissed b**hing
Scrubbing floors washing dishes
We ain't even got a pot to piss in
I remember wishing that i live to see 25
Homicide!
Homicide!
Oh Lord!
Don't let my mama know that i ain't living right
10 o'clock
Friday nite
Keisha house
In her kitchen
I remember chopping o's
Like Uncle Kenny
Flipping shipping sh**
Get another shipment in
f** a pig
f** a opp
f** a cop
Tryna stick me for my pigment
Send 10 shots
Split his biscuit
Then we break bread
Clear the block
Good riddance
Then i say my daily bread
Counting bread
In the shoe box
Hear two knocks
That's either mama or the ooh wops
Stash the gloc
Put my cash back in the shoe box
Mom dukes is asking when
Im'a get a job
I tol' her soon
As I left my room
With my
Pistol co*ked