"Yo A yo A yo A yo I thank of dead homies
Incarcerated penpals, I got the feds on me
A constipated mental. Always rage in the ghetto, it's pain in the ghetto
Caskets do u believe in angels or devils?
Welfare it's dark and there's no help here
Killing cops shooting black kids the instill fear
But we still here not afraid cracks is made stacks get made
A "g" will get you gats sprayed
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At my man's funeral it's like nobody care
The police get shot the mayor and everybody there
Grafitti on the lobby stairs kids with notty heads is greedy
Soldiers small faces painted on the walls
I was born to ball,Rings you can't afford name a clothes line I then worn it before
Dictate the naked soul of Nas henny four fives
Hoe's with thick thighs be the wives of rich guys
Never trust a bytch cuz a bytch lies
Enemys close cuz friends switch sides when shyt gets live
Dealin' with a lot of pressure I'm in too deep
Life of a thug born and raised in the streets