Couldn't live the life I live (yo why's that?)
I could die any minute, I get high every minute
fu#kin with snake n1ggas, and sleepin with foul bi#ches
(Came through in the latest whip with two pounds in it)
Pull over where the hustlers be (and why's that?)
Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin ki's
(So I'm always where the powder be at) what it mean?
(I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that
Stay away from where the cowards be at) why's that?
(Time is money and god, and you can't get an hour back
Or I would do it again to get the power back
Have Godfather status, make n1ggas bow to that)
You could all shine and glitter and keep the ones
Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up
Make a lot of money, look bummy and what
(Cause money ain't sh1t, respect is everything
So if I ki1l n1ggas dead, don't ask me sh1t)
I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pa$s me sh1t
I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bi#ch
They say the good die young, all that mean to me
Is that the hood die young, we call it the last days
(What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in)
Or blowin weed smoke on the cops that write tickets
(Henny it up, sh1t we can semi it up
Have a picture of you on the wall, 'In Memory Of')
Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood
(We tryin' to get money like) chinks in the hood
They ask me how I'm doing now - (I tell 'em better than them)
And if your man front -( he can get eleven in him )
And if you told them once - (then you better tell him again)
Ay yo, now let's see
Who you know fu#kin with Sheek Louch, Jadakiss, and S.P., what!
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