"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