My TV screen off the chain
My bitch, she off the chain
Paranoid, the cop that keep my gear in park
Pull me out the car to give me black thought
But fuck it, this shit's all kinda player
This that raised by your granny, pistols and Now & Laters
Your pops was way too busy, missin' your mom's labor
Grew up just like your daddy
Packin' baggies in alleys
To where the streets is your family
Gettin' blurred by the same cop
Go to jail for a year and come home
Two of your niggas dropped
You know how that feelin' feel
What to feel when it's gettin' real
More bullets to go around
Come jump in this water, nigga
You still with your mama livin'
Your kid got no pot to piss in
You sayin' some nigga fake
You're selfish and sad, nigga you're lame (and go on)
You hatin' on another man's success
Because the nigga blessed and wouldn't let you finesse
You got the game all twisted
You're leechin' worse than these ladies
Your inner nigga ain't aging
Reason the hood stay shady
Who you do when you want?
What do you do? What do you do?
Hoes ain't callin' like you want
What do you do? What do you do?
Gettin' paper forreal, nigga
I play for the bills, nigga
Just got an ounch on a bitch
Still our motive be commas
And still my life isn't promised
You see them lights get behind us
They pull me out for my priors
Won't let me freeze 'fore they fire