[Verse 1]

In the morning I awake and as my hangover creeps
I dream of Range Rover jeeps in my sleep and all week
I’ve been stressing, it’s hard surviving in this rap profession
These adolescents be testing so I clutch my Smith and Wesson now
To start the day I spark the J and reminisce
On homies that I miss due to mad violence and I wish
That they was here but it’s clear they ain’t returning
So now I pray to God that they ain’t burning
Keeping my head turning, I’m yearning for a better way of living
victim of my own decisions hoping the sin is forgiven
See now I’m driven by hate, my fate is undecided
misguided mind confined to crime like I was wired
So fool don’t try it, I start riots like Keen
I’m only out to get the cream, sewing spots up like seams see
My teen dreams of Barcelona just like Jordans
When my crew bails, we blaze trails like we from Portland
 [bad word] x 2]

Never in this world
Will I live my life in fright
Never in this world
Will I go out without a fight
Never in this world
Should you risk your life for petty fun
Never in this world
Will I bow down to anyone

[Verse 2]

Well as you walk down these lanes of pain
Maintaining the only possession is your name
You’d better realise the game
It’s not fun like it used to be, the real deal provoking
Acting brave but a fake to get your cranium cracked open
Hoping that you’ll ? but couldn’t bear bad news if you played baseball
But on these grounds you’re bound to take a face fall
Where all the hood [bad word] from all different teams
With sufficient schemes put you out [bad word] fiends
I mean the way of living now, it’s like anytime it could be over
Whether you’re [bad word] up or sober remain looking over your shoulder
Where every second is precious I guess it’s not to contend with
But I’ll take em down with me if I go down so nobody wins this
Cause [bad word] are there are [bad word] But when you cross above a line you’ll find out that you can’t blend in with psychotic fools
? from the ?, remember that
Cause if I could I’d front and never would I play the lack of bust back
 [bad word] x 2]

[Verse 3]

It’s not on Melrose but show some respect and step to my place
The penalty is known to open your eyes homes like ? face
Life on the streets, I’m on the low with my peeps
I treat you ? silent ? like that [bad word] did Tyrique
You sleep, we creep, [bad word]  I’m too deep [bad word] but yet you wanna hang where we be lynching
That’s the [bad word]  they’ll tell you the definition
The only way out is through submission so stop the [bad word] 
The clock is ticking, you’re either a victim or the enemy
You’re not my kin or my friend to be but you’ll remember me
Like John Lennon as the world keeps spinning
Just take a glance, these hoods enhanced to give a different piece of ?
Either you be on the level cause problems quickly get settled
In the LB but on the Latin side of the ghetto
Whenever you want to risk it, persist it but I remind you
There’s no [bad word] looking for trouble cause it’ll find you
 [bad word] x 4]