[Intro] On a east side night Under that street light On the corner of don't think twice I find my mind where it shouldn't be [Verse 1] Crack Rock in that pad lock With a stash spot in my ragtop Street dreams down the block from my dads spot Bad cops on my payroll At a buck a pop like Faygo Add 50 Cent for like 3 keys Open up the doors for that Yayo White nights cuz I make snow Bright lights then I lay low Fight nights I'm like Mike Tyson K/o for that peso That's the life that we chose Talking bout Money cars and these clothes f**in with Twenty broads that's exposed And we in the Strip clubs till they close These are the chronicles of a hood muthaf**a doin what he gotta do to get paid Chronic smoke In every follicle of my shades Writing my obituary diggin my grave Cuz all they say is jail or d**h, And I figure there ain't nothin left That I ain't did and since I'm knee deep in my sh**, don't hold my breath *Snap* Oh sh** Guess its back to that broke sh** Roach clip in my ashtray 2Pac on my posters Dreams of living like Sosa, But I'm wakin up on this sofa, Said I'm wakin up on this sofa I ain't waiting round here no longer Get it how you live it b**h we livin dirty Most of us that's livin now ain't livin thirty Get it how you live it b**h we livin dirty
co*k that .38 put on my mask and it gets blurry I don't think you heard me [Hook] What I need a shirt for? When you beast sh** and you go hard till that tours gone and you back onto that street sh** What I need this shirt for? When these tattoos that I bleed with say everything about my story come read this What I need a shirt for? Huh? X3 When I go hard So hard, to get everything that I worked for [Verse 2] At the top is no friends dawg At the bottom ain't sh** dawg Middle man'n ain't it dawg Plotting drinkin this Hen dog And I said lord my savior Have I not protected my neighbor Have I not neglected these haters Have I not kept you in my prayers So when my life keeps going downhill am I wrong for looking upstairs? Am I wrong for feeling you hate me, am I wrong for thinking you'd care? Am I wrong for keepin this weed lit and these smoke clouds In this air? But I can't sleep without my mind gone cuz of sh** I witnessed last year That boy that left out was just family I ain't see the sh** comin We was supposed to be at these Grammy's We was supposed to be stuntin sh**, we was supposed to somethin f** that we was supposed to be brothers Helped you out when you were struggling, I don't owe you nothing muthaf**a [Hook]