[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]