Haaan
[Verse 1]
I'm the voice of them killers, turn dope into millions
Get hung with a rope from the ceilin'
Where I'm from they're either smoking or dealing
Price of life so cheap, 100 deep with coke in the villa
Ol' niggas keep talking bout the rules to the streets
Baby home crying, they ain't got no food to eat
All that stress got ya losing sleep
Nigga on the grind, same clothes, same shoes fo' weeks
And everythin' ya got, ya pay the price fo' it
Yelling boy, squeeze, put yo brains on a night flo'
Back against the wall, gotta fight fo' it
They giving less time fo' murder than a white rock