You wouldn't believe A lifetime death trying to grab me No lifeline no respect for the family Keep him out of reach It ain't safe mama pray for me Same niggas I love and I trust Plotting on taking me Scream in the booth For the green I'mma shoot Die from a crash I'mma bleed in a coupe On my wrist and my dick I'm deeply in love with her Hurt when I found out My best friend fucking her Gates wanna get paid Or I'm running in your crib You don't give me a deal I'm breaking one of your ribs Now I know the real Nothing ever certain When I see a mother hurting From a brother that was murdered Death gotta be easy Life is stupid It'll leave a nigga slumped In the trunk of the Buick Grandmother shocked And no longer recouping Blaming me for shit I ain't have nothing to do with True life story - option to tell I kept it all street From the block - to the cell Bullets never stop When they pop from the shell Hail by the lord Got shot never fell Even when it seem rough Gotta get the cream up Face got scraped Trying to get it cleaned up Dead Game still lifting the team up Anything between us gotta get machined up I fell in love with a crime Committed with a passion Dealing with attraction In and out of traffic Tasha, open her legs and I'm fucking her Back to the mattress spread under the comforter When she get to squealing Then the meat get to drilling Then she start making faces With her feet to the ceiling Even though she willing Not thinking of it really Too eager for the feeling It could all be a setup Tiptoe down I put a murder in the clip Took a hit The shit was kind of early in the year Still the gun blast Give you one to the stomach Don't drag when you flash It'll smother your punches Had to take Rodney They was getting dumb paid They was getting all the money We was getting dumb played I pumped cane And only making chump change Hustling the white line Traffic in the rental lane True life story - option to tell I kept it all street From the block - to the cell Bullets never stop When they pop from the shell Hail by the lord Got shot never fell Even when it seem rough Gotta get the cream up Face got scraped Trying to get it cleaned up Dead Game still lifting the team up Anything between us gotta get machined up It ain't nothing to squeeze On the strength of the struggle I put that on the... My rib and my muscle Let him know I got him He flinch, I'mma touch him A breath and a wish Couldn't fix a concussion One decade - one love and one life No hatred - no pain and no strife Father, you gave me fair warning of the streets I'm the opposite of everything you wanted me to be My life been a lie Wanna know what's up with that Mother tell me she love me But I don't her I love her back (They in the hood) I go and see em when I can I got niggas in jail I go and see them when I can Bullshit people rather heat em with the blam I tote the type of shit that when I squeeze em It don't jam Under red tape I'mma 86' baby Hear that new Gates real niggas go crazy True life story - option to tell I kept it all street From the block - to the cell Bullets never stop When they pop from the shell Hail by the lord Got shot never fell Even when it seem rough Gotta get the cream up Face got scraped Trying to get it cleaned up Dead Game still lifting the team up Anything between us gotta get machined up