Mama put me out at only fourteen So I start selling crack cocaine and codeine Time to stack some paper think I'm a do it quick Thinking I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messing with, yeah My mama's only son But I live everyday like its my motherfucking last one Every nigga and they mama asking why But I'm in the game live by the game and in the game I'm a die But if I die or should I say if I go Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come and go Cause tomorrow ain't promised to me The only thing promised to a player is the penitentiary So I'm a take care of my business on the smooth tip Watch my back selling crack and pack two clips When ya think about that you say "it'll be on" Its a trip you're here today but the next day you're gone One day you're here, baby But then you're gone (repeat) This world we living in man it ain't nothing but drama Everyone wanna harm ya in New york niggas getting shot for bombers Now they got yo life in the former they in like California Niggas who roll that hydroponic-marijuana Gang banging got the ghetto hotter than a sauna Back in Orange my nigga Pop died on the corner Behind a funky-ass dice game I saw once before he died wished it was twice man I remember being eight deep off in Chucky crib Letting us act bad not giving a fuck what we did When we lost him I knew the world was coming to the end And I had to quit letting that devil push me to a sin My brother been in the pen for damn near ten But now it looks like when he come out man I'm going in So shit I walk around wit my mind blown in my own fucking zone Cause one day you here but the next day you gone One day you here baby But then you're gone (repeat) I'm up early cause ain't enough light in the daytime Smoke two sweets get in these streets out the pop up line Peanut holder my boulders smolder on the PA pipes AK loader as I get swallowed under city lights Niggas be looking shife so I look shife back Can't show no weakness with these bitches get yo life jacked Mayne its a trip where I stay especially for me This bitches trying to lock me up for the whole century They gave my boy down in Florida Dante nineteen I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean My world a trip you can ask Bun B bitch I ain't no liar My man RoRo just lost his baby in a house fire And then when I got on my knees that night to pray I asked God why he let these killers live and take my homeboy's son away Man if you got kids show em you love em cause God just might call em home Cuz one day you here but baby the next day you gone