[Hook: Amp] So many homies died, I thought I had it But I haven't, know I got a problem Hoodrat, Hood racks, call me a Street Addict Flow so original, like a recipe they wanna copy [Verse 1: Amp] Know I should leave, but it's like I can't It's like I'm a fan, like I shoulda ran From night to dawn, sleepin in bed with a blonde Thought i was done, but I guess I'm not If I stick around, my body goin be the next one to drop They want you to stay chained to the streets, start to rot 'cause I get can't out, strained against these chains, shout You wanna cry out, but in these streets that's not allowed Sold 'bout pound, The Game, CP3; never out of bounds Hell naw n***a, I sure know how that Glock co*king back sounds Don't know how to aim, but I'll hit you after a few rounds 'cause we both ain't going be shootin straight, d**h with date Oh I mean date with d**h, the hood knows the lust of the flesh In the streets, think about yourself and like f** the rest There's no one to trust, only thing I trust is my Tech Man I was slaved, slave to the streets, wear it my chest [Hook: D-Low] [Verse 2: Amp] I got Lil Tune, f** with us, what ya tryna prove Starting with f**in nothing, so what we got to lose? Aonther n***a died in the street, bot that ain't news And you wonder why we stay strapped with tools And rules are meant to be broken, on the goal, we're focused You should f**in know this, but anyways we goin show this You start to f** up I'm like Ohh sh**, noo sh** I ride and die for my boyz, i don't just gooo with it Start judging, but who I am to judge, I'm not God And I wish could erase some of the sh** I saw Hanging with the big boys, smoking weed out the car And that sh** was a Honda Clivic, now I'm livin Tryna make a k**in, surprise that I'm still f**in living If you in the streets, give you a shovel for the grave you digging It's not goin be a quick d**h, but it's a d**h sentence One shot, two shots, blood spilling out, you finished Hustling tryna to get my Clood out of prison...... [Hook :Amp] [Verse 3: D-Low]