i trap that hard
nigga if you see me, you see me on the streets
i be husstlin in the hood, tryna make money, its hard to eaat(x2)
***
i trap, i never rest
see if you doin it, you gotta be lookin. like this
you doin nine, i be doin ninty six
you gotta keeep your head on the grind, homie dont snitch
or your blood staiins on your body will never rinse
i speak like the streets
i hit the block high on weeds
i be iced up, too fresh if you feelin me
stackin money and drinking hennessy
if you feelin this, you feelin me and thats how the shit is B
but thats what you see, u dont know how im livin
the block is hot and im dehydrating
makin money wondering why niggaz be hatin
i never go dry to evaporation
but crooked cops try to get me to the police station
for my consiquences i be facin
the cop gonna ask, but dont expect no cooperation
my homie got snitched on and that was the end of the operation
but you still have no idea how its like?
to be livin that life
my man big mike, he thought he was iight
till he got shot at slanging that white
if you ask me, i tell ya shit aint right
cuz people got wide eyes, and ears
to hear and see what they wanna see
they wanna see how you be stacking Gz
even if it was way over seas
cuz they shook, haters, sons of crooks
the cops on the look
you got no where to go, and thats the end of the book
the road, thats what it takes, and what it took
the life of a young G, husstlin by the ki
and if you feelin this, you feelin me and thats how the shit is B
just keep your head up and keep your shit real
(chorusx2)
see i never felt like its gonna come up to here
i never tried to get locked up, ya hear
i never tried to get killed, you feel
how can i eat if there was no food to feed
you need money in order for your son to eat
some say you get it the hard way
but i be on it the trap way
gettin money here and pushin blocks there
sellin rocks to kids cuz their mothers dont care
they say im killin em, but life aint fair
holla aat me if ya feel my pain
this is the last of the road i must say
but aks me about how that shit be
you gotta feel me first, and thats how the shit is B
(chorus)
got my first ounce, when i was 16 years old
thats back when i was starving and i was too cold
i flipped it and i got another big O
but my pops found it and now im back to point zero
i hit rock bottom, now im on the bottom
17 year old, i was gang bangin tryna find black cotton
the simple for unrewarded struggle
means i gotta go hard on the husstle
it feels like pain when u trying to make a livin
cuz all of these bustin haters wanna blow you like a bubble
they still be bustin, that world is like a jungle
i hade to stab a drug dealer and get done it there
the cops didnt come till the news posted it on the air
got crack, smack, and cocaine from the hit
i always did that kinda shit, u think im too scared?
im that kinda person that u never wanna dare
living like a outlaw is same as livin in hell
just do your job and get paid
but u can never get rich if u never get paid
thats when ur done with this shit and get your life straight
but me...i was tryna get my life made
respect is all i want, just leave niggaz wanna front
i never give a fuck about a pussy ass cunt
i murda the mothafucka and leave your body rott
my fony homie i thought he was loyal to get me shot
he smoked me marijuana joints and set me up
i never asked for blunts, but he got me jumped
i was trapped by four of them
thought they were loyal to he game
the cops took me to custody, askin me about them punk niggaz name
they saw i got money, they thought i was slangin cane
i aint no snitchin nigga, i never said a thang
but im out there to finish my beef
cuz as long as they livin, they never gonna let me breath
ok im frustrated
this world got me in a doom
im being hated, its like there is no more room
better days cant be waited
i been patiently waiting but its shit i gotta look for
dont call me hardcore because i walk around the ghetto like a hood rat
you have no clue hows my life like
gotta walk around strapped, but guns are illegal, to possess
i have a daughter so how am i gona feed her, its the test
its like the end for me and im stressed
i cant walk around the block without the cops on the look out, so give me a reason
they see me rollin dirty, i keep lettin them Gz in
cuz the ife im leadin, everyday struggle, a different season
they say look for a job, that realy pays barely?
cuz u livin the life of the high class, its like slavery
they put us in cages with minimum wages, and they wondering why we be ragin
cuz we are the real mo'fuckas of the life time, thing aint eazy comin
its hard to eat, but you gotta eat, to be alright
it really hurts me when i see niggas starvin their apetites
this aint capetalism, its just another form of racism
they take all the money from taxes, and they ask me how im livin
im a husstla, then i gotta tell em
the life on this side what it looks out to be
even the police is scared to be in this place, money
makin aint no thang, but this shit dont make sense B
trust mr im the one to walk with
but i aint the one to fuck with
you see all these noggaz be steppin on me
but they aint knowin who the fuck i can be
so you better watch out when you speaking to me
so my homies dont ride on you with a nine piece
so tell me if you got some1 to hold the block with
i aint gona back you up if you got the nine milli aimed to your head
homie dont try to front, i leave yor ass dead
is a warning what i said
so back the fuck up before i leave your chest red
all my life i been considered the worst
i gotta beat the last to compete with the first
lying to my mother, made her even curse
im broke, i got hunger for money and thirst
got no whee to go
got kicked out of my home
so i guess now im all on my own
got to now move on, ll lonely
by yourself, no money, the streets be your therapy
how could this come to me
when i look back in my life, i see no degnity
but this is how god made me to be
this aint just poetry, this is for you if u feelin me
i can change, but no change can be happening
cuz this is reality
im tired of people lying to me
in this life i lead
im gettin high of weed
just trying, mobbing the street
gettin taxed cuz im trying to make money to make sure me n my homies eat
hurtin, to watching people get currency
im all broke on the block as u can see
but this is my life how its destened to be
but the truth hurting them
the light gettin dim
i feel my life is coming to the end
i wonder when death comin and take my flesh with the wind
i never killed any1, i just like to chill
everyone gots a story to tell,
but this one is for real, my life is a living hell
i gotta lotta shit to deal with
this life im livin is bad for your health
gettin shot at cuz u trying to make wealth
homie they been sayin i gotta take care of myself
cuz no1 else wanna help me, im on the bottom shelf
i dont got health, but my heart is as hard as steel
you see my life is full of bad memories
i can make a movie from alla my stories
if your down with me, you gotta be against the world with me
trying to live on the road while its rainy
u gotta determin shit, keep your head up everytime dailyy
for sure every1 got a hit, but im still out there tryna get that money
its ironic, but its in my mentality
the pheloney, of selling crack
now look at me and look at that
my foney homie ripped me off, thats whack
aint no comin back
anywhere near that shack
look at me noew i have no money to stack
every1 wants to get at me, who can i trust?
im not important, so why them busters bust?
they make the steel in my heart, rust
this work, and these haters make me feel like bullets in my chest
my life aint the best
i aint tryna be emo, homie is livin in pain a must?
all i want in this life is respect
i dont know whats coming, what should i expect?
my dreams of good life, erruct
my blood from my brain is gonna errupt
allah, the one and only loves us all, but why am i bankrupt?
is it because im robbed? or is it because of what not?
sometimes i just think im outa luck
sometime i think im a monster that isnt allowed to be loved
yo
im out with my boyz gettin papa.
deal with yall haters lata
im fresh, my name u should already know
you think ya'll very clever
but u aint gettin to my level
cuz u got long way to go
so i be gettin money
im ridin in the phantom so high
im focused on my shit till i die
they try to get me down but i still ride
its alright
***
the game already started
shit aint retarded
now its time to eat, homie im done being starvin
u gonna see me ridin, wouldnt u like that?
homie im buyin the block, if i aint ballin, then whatchu call that?
call me for beef, i handle it alright
lay down till ma niggaz take thy life
cuz i be whippin em benzes
homie im all about the money n business
everyday is a new day, french kisses
get high with the homies, fuck bitches
them snitches
tryna stop my flow, but i give them stitches
road to the riches, my list never ends
cuz im smokin indo, no one undeerstands
that me n ma homies got this and we gonna expand
i hate life, no i hate your life, it wont ever extend
***
wait now, hold up
we runnin through n we aint gonn stop
cuz we r far on another level makin it to the top
so we get niggaz shot
run over crooked cops
lay down or your skull wil get popped
throught slayed, nick chopped, head dropped
so we givin it hard, u take it eazy
shit is crazy
if u ever think about doin yo thang on the block
gotta think again be4 your ass get taxed with an uzi
we ridin in the ghetto so high
akz, smg and uzis, watch out cuz we gonna take thy life
