I'm not afraid, to take a stand [bad word] take my hand
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you're not alone
Hola if you feel that you've been down the same road

[Intro]
Yeah, It's been a ride..
I guess I had to go to that place to get to this one
Now some of you might still be in that place
If you're tryna get out, just follow me, I'll get you there

[Verse One]
You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em
But you won't take this thing out these words before I say 'em
'Cause ain't no way I'm let you stop me from causin' mayhem
When I say 'em or do somethin' I do it, I don't give a [bad word] 
What you think, I'm doin' this for me, so f**k the world
Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if a thing's stoppin' me
I'ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
And all those who look down on me I'm tearin' down your balcony

No if ands or buts don't try to ask him why or how can he
From Infinite down to the last Relapse album, he's still sh**
And whether he's on salary, paid hourly
Until he bows out or he sh**'s his bowels out of him
 [bad word] first, for better or worse
He's married to the game, like a f**k you for Christmas
His gift is a curse, forget the earth he's got the urge
To pull his d**k from the dirt and f**k the universe

Verse 3: 2Pac]
They got me mobbin like I'm
Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my [bad word]  gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me [bad word]  I got my Glock [bad word] playa if they press me
Bust on [bad word] with a - paaassion
Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - b-b-blaaastin
I'm a nut an' drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high
On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die
Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major
buck-fifty across the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry [bad word] Want to kill me in my sleep, I'm real they cannot see
And everyday is just a [bad word] Steady thuggin' on the streets
And I'll be ballin' loc
Don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried
I was born to raise [bad word]  a [bad word] from the gutta
Word to mother I'm trapped
I'm kickin dust up
Ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean
Until they kill me
I'll be livin this life
I know you feel me
There's so much pain

Now [bad word] s constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black males livin in [bad word]  when will we prevail
Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
And in a sense I'm sucidal with this Thug's Life
Stayin strapped forever trapped in this [bad word] life
God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the [bad word] make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home... on my block

[Hook] w/ minor variations

[Verse Three]
And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK's and the driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, [bad word] insid