VERSE ONE: I crush 28 Grams and make 40 bags out an ounce, I got a good cliental, good account, I make a fortune off the vanna white, And I don't do it for the hype or the bragging rights Nah, son I did it for my life, my life, And even though I'm so wrong, so wrong Son it felt so right, so right, alright And sure enough the product got flipped And then the money came back doubled up quick I thought I said I would quit When my problems get solved And then my problems evolved And now my problem's that I'm too involved How I fiend for the sale, Fiend for the weight on the scale, And then I realized I'm addicted to this pretty white girl with her crystal eyes, No surprise, she the life of the party VERSE TWO: It wasn't so long ago I was so poor Hit the jack pot and lost it all I guess we rise and we fall But pretty things is what I'm into A nice crib, a new whip, A side chick and she a dime too, You see this life that I'm living? Not for nothing though it's unforgiving Time after time I be paranoid thinking Is she with me for the love? Or the money and the blow? Are the cops going to come? And how I'm going to go? Guns blazing, Because sometimes there's just no way to win And on the other hand, there's just no way out Real talk I admit, every hustler want to hustle legit Like a fiend want a fix, But all I know is that I came from the bottom of the pit, So int turn all I know is survival and this God has a plan for me