Nights with no sleep, grinding like it's endless
Even told my girl I'll stop when my heart finished
From the block to the booth, nigga I was all in it
See, the Lord know the truth, I ain't with the false business
I do this for my niggas in the pen
And all my people grinding hard to get a mansion and a Benz
I felt it in my stomach, it was tryna drag me in
But I let it take me 'cause the streets made me who I am
Riding by my damn self, I ain't even in the lane
At times life can make a nigga put a pistol to his brain
'Cause all the drama you can't even count that
'Cause you can't solve a problem you only can bounce back
Been smoking so I'm in the zone, it's like I always feel alone
'Cause paranoia got me using everyone as stepping stones
We feel this, we feel pain, we feel blessed
But the only thing you can't get 'til time is respect
If I could turn back the hands of time
I would go back to when I bought my first gat
Take back the cash, walk back to the house
Tell my mother that I love her while she sitting on the couch
Walk back to my room and answer the phone
Tell my homie "fall back, we ain't gotta buy a chrome"
He used it for a robbery turned into a homicide
But he ain't doing life... 'cause he the one that died
Shit, that's life for the hard knocks
Ain't nobody satisfied 'til they heart stop
I'd rather die before I live inside a cardboard box
Fiends travel on bikes just to cop more rocks, nigga
And where I'm from it's even worst
'Cause half of the population don't even own a shirt
Dictating politicians making niggas eat dirt
And the cemetery full so they put your feet first