Listen little man, I can tell you, "Fuck the hype ting"
I done did it, I can tell you what the hype brings
When guns are spitting, only certain man are riding
Young'un listen, can you vision what I'm writing?
You don't wanna be in the position I'm in
Feds fishing in your pond, tryna find tings
Slugs whistle, you don't wanna hear the nine sing
On a realer, shit's thicker than you might think
So we sip liquor, roll Rizla with the high ting
Blow our weed to the sky with the light wind
I'm fighting to survive, this life's frightening
Nuttin but dying, funerals and crying
I know it's hard cuzzy but just keep on trying
I know you're scarred, trust me, gotta keep on climbing
Cash rules everything so keep on grinding
Cut the grass for the snakes and see what life brings
Stay strong, stay strong
On the roads, on the roads
You think this life looks fun? Well looks can be deceiving
Your friends too, young'un mind how you're speaking
Your good friends will switch and money is the reason
So trust no one, never show 'em what you're feeling
You're making money, never show 'em what you're eating
If you're gonna shot, never keep it where you're sleeping
Keep a low pro' and get dough, fuck the beef ting
Cah' once you're in you're in, there ain't no retreating
Just firearms beating, blood on the ceiling
Rats turn to pigs and start squealing
This life ain't appealing, nah it's far from that
Young'un, you can get scarred from that
End up dead or behind bars in fact
Why is life hard? Cuz I can't answer that
But there are choices before you start to chat
Get dough or dead broke or stuck in a cell where you can't do jack
