Verse I'm the product of the environment in which I grew up in Maneuvered through Manure who would've thought I'd amount to sh** It's hard to Be Frank when your surrounded by counterfeits Learn to roll with punches huh, we found a way to counter it Black mask, black gun, jumping over the counter quick Empty out the register, before it even registers 10 steps ahead of ya, I'm jumping a flight I learn that the drug game is nothing polite Few of my aunts and uncles bad plumbers can f** up a pipe It's a disgusting to see a grown person f** up they life What would you do if you had to feed your child and your wife My homie rob for a living don't be his come up tonight He got the pump in one hand, he resembling mike And he ain't got no shame in being ignorant twice Making something out of nothing so before you use your judgement Who to blame for our own self destruction Im about to to press the bu*ton Chorus When it all boils down Life means nothing And your word don't mean a thing when its time to hit the bu*ton Verse 2 I'm the product, of my both of my parents raising me You probably thought that kept me out of trouble, crazily Things would be different if I had my way They stab my cousin in the heart on Valentine's day d**h can turn you cold, in my case I'm manning up Non stop hustle til' I pull that phantom up But with all the odds against me, see the hand they handed us But It worked out, full house I Danny Tanner'd up Success is the only way, the feeling of failing s**s So I'm setting the bar so high, Shaq can limbo standing up Who do I trust, but I'm very far from panicking What do you call posers for a lifetime? Mannequins Fool me once and you'll never get that chance again Ever wonder how he went Darth Fader from Annakin Life s**s, you punch out, you punch in But Who to blame for our own self destruction Im about to to press the bu*ton Chorus When it all boils down Life means nothing And your word don't mean a thing when its time to hit the bu*ton