Yeah
Let me tell you a story man
Pay attention
It's some cold shit ya know
But it really be like that
I been tryna make my feelings make sense (uh)
Just to get a small piece had to take risk (right)
Interstate trips
Dodging all the fake shit, the name of the game is called life but don't play with it (uh)
Northside shootouts
South side fist fights (what else)
Niggas get left found dead cuz they ain't get right (what else)
Say the way you die is based off the way you lived life
Gotta thank Christ when the clock strikes midnight (amen)
Survived another 24 in the coldest war
Even without a key we found a way to open doors (gimme that)
Got my first couple dollars made me want some more
Pops was too drunk to hold the pistol had to tote it for em
I was 13 out under them streetlights
What it be like
That N.M.A.C.B. life (four deuce shit)
Niggas shooting all in the park
They got green light
Crazy every time I was wrong shit seemed right
Got some scars I'll never show
Had to ride on my own
Having visions of me dying back home (f*ck)
Seen death so many times so I know how it go (f*ck)
Prolly end up gunned down by somebody you know (f*ck)
They found my nigga slumped out on his front porch (damn)
So much bloodshed it gave me a lust for it
Made me cutthroat and I never trust hoes (never)
Odds always stacked against me but I'm up for it
Four Deuce til I'm gone fool you know what's up boa (Ville Boy)
Automatic gunfire, bring it to ya front door
Narcotics got the hard product and the cut for em
Seen family members out here beefing over drug wars
Cops label me a gang chief or drug lord
Tryna make it back in one piece like that love song
RIP Aaliyah, DMX, & and all my thugs gone
Put that sticky shit all in the spliff then fire up for em (fire up nigga)
Shit so different from the way we came up
But (uh)
Gotta credit that to who raised us (uh)
Tough times made us tough so that don't phase us (nah)
Made plays in the rain won't give that game up (nah)
If it's you or them they gone give yo name up
Now you sitting in a cell witcho face cut
Fighting for survival no Kool-Aid makeup
Gladiator school getcho boots laced up
Nigga
It's me
Yeah
Shit like that you know
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Yeah
Let me tell you a story man
Pay attention
It's some cold shit ya know
But it really be like that
I been tryna make my feelings make sense (uh)
Just to get a small piece had to take risk (right)
Interstate trips
Dodging all the fake shit, the name of the game is called life but don't play with it (uh)
Northside shootouts
South side fist fights (what else)
Niggas get left found dead cuz they ain't get right (what else)
Say the way you die is based off the way you lived life
Gotta thank Christ when the clock strikes midnight (amen)
Survived another 24 in the coldest war
Even without a key we found a way to open doors (gimme that)
Got my first couple dollars made me want some more
Pops was too drunk to hold the pistol had to tote it for em
I was 13 out under them streetlights
What it be like
That N.M.A.C.B. life (four deuce shit)
Niggas shooting all in the park
They got green light
Crazy every time I was wrong shit seemed right
Got some scars I'll never show
Had to ride on my own
Having visions of me dying back home (f*ck)
Seen death so many times so I know how it go (f*ck)
Prolly end up gunned down by somebody you know (f*ck)
They found my nigga slumped out on his front porch (damn)
So much bloodshed it gave me a lust for it
Made me cutthroat and I never trust hoes (never)
Odds always stacked against me but I'm up for it
Four Deuce til I'm gone fool you know what's up boa (Ville Boy)
Automatic gunfire, bring it to ya front door
Narcotics got the hard product and the cut for em
Seen family members out here beefing over drug wars
Cops label me a gang chief or drug lord
Tryna make it back in one piece like that love song
RIP Aaliyah, DMX, & and all my thugs gone
Put that sticky shit all in the spliff then fire up for em (fire up nigga)
Shit so different from the way we came up
But (uh)
Gotta credit that to who raised us (uh)
Tough times made us tough so that don't phase us (nah)
Made plays in the rain won't give that game up (nah)
If it's you or them they gone give yo name up
Now you sitting in a cell witcho face cut
Fighting for survival no Kool-Aid makeup
Gladiator school getcho boots laced up
Nigga
It's me
Yeah
Shit like that you know
Let me tell you a story man
Pay attention
It's some cold shit ya know
But it really be like that
I been tryna make my feelings make sense (uh)
Just to get a small piece had to take risk (right)
Interstate trips
Dodging all the fake shit, the name of the game is called life but don't play with it (uh)
Northside shootouts
South side fist fights (what else)
Niggas get left found dead cuz they ain't get right (what else)
Say the way you die is based off the way you lived life
Gotta thank Christ when the clock strikes midnight (amen)
Survived another 24 in the coldest war
Even without a key we found a way to open doors (gimme that)
Got my first couple dollars made me want some more
Pops was too drunk to hold the pistol had to tote it for em
I was 13 out under them streetlights
What it be like
That N.M.A.C.B. life (four deuce shit)
Niggas shooting all in the park
They got green light
Crazy every time I was wrong shit seemed right
Got some scars I'll never show
Had to ride on my own
Having visions of me dying back home (f*ck)
Seen death so many times so I know how it go (f*ck)
Prolly end up gunned down by somebody you know (f*ck)
They found my nigga slumped out on his front porch (damn)
So much bloodshed it gave me a lust for it
Made me cutthroat and I never trust hoes (never)
Odds always stacked against me but I'm up for it
Four Deuce til I'm gone fool you know what's up boa (Ville Boy)
Automatic gunfire, bring it to ya front door
Narcotics got the hard product and the cut for em
Seen family members out here beefing over drug wars
Cops label me a gang chief or drug lord
Tryna make it back in one piece like that love song
RIP Aaliyah, DMX, & and all my thugs gone
Put that sticky shit all in the spliff then fire up for em (fire up nigga)
Shit so different from the way we came up
But (uh)
Gotta credit that to who raised us (uh)
Tough times made us tough so that don't phase us (nah)
Made plays in the rain won't give that game up (nah)
If it's you or them they gone give yo name up
Now you sitting in a cell witcho face cut
Fighting for survival no Kool-Aid makeup
Gladiator school getcho boots laced up
Nigga
It's me
Yeah
Shit like that you know
Writer: Master-Jules Summerville
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