[Verse 1] He just wanna be recognized by the OGs And spray paint in the alleyway while he smokes weed Middle finger up like, "f** the judge and the police" Runnin' through the streets late nights, so we don't sleep He went to work, stashed his Glocks, said, "Look out for the cops" All he ever knew was the streets, always out on the block As he pours a little liquor for his homies to pa** He starts to wonder how long it'll last He never pray to God 'cause he ain't get no answer All he feels God did was give his grandma cancer Only faith he had left was his Glock 9 Hustled on the corner, tag his name on the stop sign No mercy for his enemies Agony and ecstasy The only thing that ever made his heart warm was the Hennessy He sipped from the bottom until the last drop And he says, "Sorry mama, but I just can't stop, I can't stop," look [Verse 2] Yeah, he ran the streets stuck in one time R.I.P. tat for his homie who just died He done went to 16 funerals by 17 One his 18th birthday all he needed was one 9 With 20 in the clip, that's how you survive in the streets he was from Only way to stay alive just tryna see 21 For his homies, he'd ride for 'em His homies, he'd die for 'em Ain't scared of d**h 'cause he knows eventualy it'll come Flowers and candles, filled a memorial on his street In memory of his boy that got shot last week He left behind two little girls He had a family—they'd gather here every night in hopes that God might speak The whole time he had—murder on his mind All he thought was payback and loaded up his 9 and Got with his boys, and he hopped inside the whip Went to an enemy spot and started shootin' out the ride and It's hard to say if it's wrong or right And now he's behind bars with a case to fight 'Cause in the end, nobody wins No matter what situation, it's never your job to take a life [Verse 3] I had to visit you 'cause your moms don't wanna see you this way I pray to God every night to fight your demons away I just feel like I'm losin' you, homie Can't you see what they doin'? They just usin' you, man, they foolin' you, homie The streets don't love us, man, they never did Always so worried 'bout d**h that we can't ever live See, the streets got you brainwashed, they f**in' with ya head That's when he looked at me and said "I lost my only two brothers to the streets that I rep Besides, my mom is the only fam I really got left The only family I ever had They treated me like a son, I ain't have a dad See, the streets taught me loyalty, respect, and how to live by a code They never taught me no different, this is all that I know Even though your pops was crazy and he wasn't always there Even though he made mistakes, homie, that motherf**er cares See, I can't say the same about mine, homie Really I could give two f**s if he died, homie After the way that he beat my mother, he ain't never love us That motherf**er's already dead in my eyes, homie" I told him, "A real man stands up on his own And doesn't need a f**in' gang to have his back 'cause he's grown I know you think nobody cares, but man, that ain't true Your mom's already lost two men, she can't lose you You think these cats would do the same for you? Think they'd take the blame for you? Think these motherf**ers would put they family through pain for you? Where is your hood at when it's all said and done? You ain't pull a trigger when that bullet shot from that gun Takin' the blame 'cause you don't wanna snitch, dog, is you dumb? Takin' care of your moms makes you gangster, not where you from Dog, is you dumb? Takin' care of your moms makes you gangster, not where you from" He said, "It's k** or be k**ed, understand that sh** I got accessory to murder, dawg, they planned that sh** How dare you come visit me and act like you better Motherf**er, we from the same place, I can't stand that sh** You always preach God, but do you really believe in Him? If we all sinners, man, what the f** do we mean to Him? Either He don't exist or the Devil is beatin' Him When my grandma was down, where was God when she needed Him? You can go your own way, but this the life for me Don't call, don't visit, and don't write to me We all sin, you know better than the next man You ain't God, you can't tell me what's wrong or right for me Some people meant to win, I was meant to fail Some people meant for Heaven, I was meant for Hell Some people meant to live and be free, but not me Been in this system since 7, I was meant for jail I guess nobody is perfect Tell my mama, I'm sorry, but there's no way to reverse it I guess nobody is perfect Tell my mama, I'm sorry, but there's no way to reverse it..."