[Verse 1: Swerve]
(Yesterday's gone, tomorrow is too
It's a hard road but we gon' fight our way through
Fight our way through, it's a hard road but we gon' fight our way through,)
One two, they don't see my pain, used to have a decent job till they stole my pay
Bunch of crooks if you ask me(huh), little shook but it pa**ed quick
Tried to run a little oxy I was making cash then, but then the pan flipped man
All my homies started fiending hollow lint tin foil
And to top it off I think my girls leaving and she been loyal
Guess its just a hard days work in the midst of all these evil people
Tried to tone it down become a pot dealer
Got robbed guess thats not the way that I topped either
Quit slanging but about a week later got caught smoking on reefer
Then they found this old text, put me up in holding up in GP
But I swore to God I'd quit if they just release me
Next week I was back up on them streets geez
What you think I wasn't gonna eat? Please
Gotta double back repeat, double back repeat
f** these police these crooked motherf**ers wanna see us all deceased
Talk about us like we are the scum of these streets
But I don't even see what they mean, I'm just trying to get some food for my seed
sh** maybe just a shoes for they feet it ain't cheep these days
Cost a grip just for groceries these days, and not to mention rent
If I wanna read these days, gotta pay PG and E so I can see each page
What the f** you gon' tell me these days, can I live?
Nobody's out buying cd's these days, so if you wonder why ya'll ain't see me these days
sh** thats just the way it be these days, Swerve
[Hook]
Yesterday's gone, tomorrow is too
And it's a hard road but we gon' fight our way through
Said we gon' fight our way through, said we gon fight our way through
[Repeat X2]
[Verse 2: Co$$]
[?] Searching for, I found that we all lost
The little homie rolled up on me with that sawed off
Anything not made of steel was getting sawed off
UPS-ing fedexingme u-hauled off
In that ghetto trance dance with the devils dance
Fully automatic loaded metal in the metal lands
I would never meddle with
Taught to mind my own biz k**ed my body but my soul lived
I was probably off 39 street with the dirty 9
Couples of bodies on it tried to sell it don't nobody want it
Word to Jay-O, Mama said a n***a need a J.O.B.,
Mommy they owe me for poetic contribution
Nah I never read the constitution, I skimmed through it
Too much pain to manage, find a blankas canvas, and put the pen to it
You relate because you been through it
The blackest nights was my brighest afternoons
And maybe after school we can meet up at the park some of my friends hooping
My other n***as pulling triggers for they figures
Fingers on the brink of d**h
Think how you figure that a n***a got a through process
He never blink drink blood from the cup of the thug
Forever breathe through some gangsta lungs
Don't let the ghetto be your guide
You's a fool if you thinking that someones something you can't become
Yo, I came up out the same slum, still in the same slum, been there since day 1
Yo, my curfew was at 7, the sun setting signifies that the days done
Yo, when the pressure breaks bones, the now is forever and the yesterday's gone
Yo, when the pressure breaks bones, the now is forever and the yesterday's cloned
It's Co$$
[Hook]
Yesterday's gone, tomorrow is too
And it's a hard road but we gon' fight our way through
Said we gon' fight our way through, said we gon fight our way through
Said we gon' fight our way through...