I'm the voice of them k**ers, turn dope into millions
Get hung with a rope from the ceiling
Where I'm from they're either smokin' or dealin'
Price of life so cheap, 100 deep with coke in the villa
Old n***as keep talkin' 'bout the rules to the streets
Baby home cryin', they ain't got no food to eat
All that stress got you losin' sleep
n***a on the grind, same clothes, same shoes for weeks
And everything you got, you pay the price for it
Yellin' boy, squeeze, put your brains on a night floor
Back against the wall, gotta fight for it
They givin' less time for murder than a white rock