Life To the next life Shit 'bout to get all the way left, if you niggas don't get right Vicious with the pen and I don't have to [?] My niggas in the pen, hold on, let me get right And free little Style, 'cause they hit him with triple life Words of advice, stay the fuck out the game 'Cause when shit get really really, you gon' have to bust you a brain Pay heed to what I'm saying because the streets ain't for lames And it's kill or be killed and I done did my thang Long Beach City god, if I said it, I meant it As a youth coming up, the black Dennis the Menace Now I push rhymes like weight, from state to state Hit the stage in Bathing Ape, then get the cake Go hard is what we live by, but I done seen niggas die when it comes to them drive by's Momma outside yelling "God Why!" Holding a baby, tears coming from her eyes Typical, day in the LBC High point at all times, I never let them steal me Going hard with the raps, 'til a nigga filthy I know them niggas listening now, wishing that they killed me But I'm a part of the Never Die Corporation Went from doing street shit to having corporations Jets nigga I got a funky funky style, with a funky slang I got a fully automatic with the clip to match I got a funky funky style, with a funky slang I got a fully automatic with the clip to match Nigga