[Hook]
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle
Another [bad word] to juggle, another day, another [bad word] 

[Verse 1]
I know how it feel to wake up [bad word] up
Pockets broke as [bad word]  another rock to sell
People look at you like you's the user
Selling [bad word] to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
And wish you wasn't living so devilish, [bad word] 
I remember I was just like you
Smoking blunts with my crew, flipping over 6 to 2s
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my mom's hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out nicks went for 20 down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryna stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't trying to hear it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court
For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, cause man

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I had the master plan, I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust, he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack
In the crack of her [bad word]  two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hon to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant, [bad word] got gassed
At last, I'm literally lounging black
Sitting back, counting double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up, see what's up with my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, [bad word] was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some [bad word] named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my [bad word]  swear to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks, I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
Until then I looks out for the whole family
[bad word] G, that's me, blowing like a bubble
In the everyday [bad word] 

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani
Ain't tryna see no black man turn to John Gotti
My daughter use a potty so she's older now
Educated street knowledge, I'mma mould her now
Trick a little dough buying young girls fringes
Dealing with the dope fiend binges, seeing syringes
In the veins, hard to explain how I maintain
The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange
Breaking days on the set, no sweat
 [bad word] off Moet, can't bag yet because it's still wet
But when that dry, bagging five at a time
I can clock about nine on the check cashing line
I had the first and the third, rehearse that's my word
Thick in the game, D's knew my first name
Should I quit? [bad word] no, even though they had me scared
Yo, they got a eight, I got a Tec with air holes

[Outro]
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