[ad-libs]
Yeah... another day..
Another [bad word]  dollar..
But look, [bad word] ..
It's how we do
Livin' in the ghetto, ooh, ooh
  [bad word] 
Livin' life up on the corner
Slangin' rocks and smokin' weed
From a eightball to a Worked my way to a ki
All I can try to do is hold on
Caught up in the [bad word] Seems the only way to be
Never gone find no peace
Till the day they bury me
All I can try to do is be strong
 
[verse one]
And [bad word]  you can find me
Hangin' up on the corner
Or layin' up in the cut
Tryin' to get my [bad word]  money right
My hammer right beside me
And I really don't give a [bad word] If somebody gotta die tonight
Cause look... [bad word]  my pocket full of stones
Is everything I own
And this is all I do, all I do
[bad word] straight hustlin' everyday to get through, get through
  [bad word] 
 
[verse two]
Gotta be on the lookout for them stick-up boys
Cause when [bad word] They be straight hemmin' niggas up
And it really all about takin' that money, man
If they catch me, they betta kill me [bad word]  out like no punk [bad word]  can't let no [bad word] take nothin' from me, man
Cause look, yo... they steppin' in my zone
And infiltratin' my home
And what the [bad word] would you do?
If a [bad word] straight... took ya cake
And tried to break you, break you
  [bad word] 
 
[bridge]
I wish that I could let it go
How we in the [bad word] and hustlin' just to make it out the ghetto
I wish that I could let it go
I wish that we ain't have to be so canivin' just to make it out the ghetto
I wish that I could let it go
How my niggas in the pen doin' time just to make it out the ghetto
I wish that I could let it go
I wish that genocide wasn't survivin' just to make it out the ghetto
 
[verse three]
Everyday is just weed, rocks, and pistols, [bad word]  to git you
When niggas that wanna put you on shirts readin', "We Miss You"
Everything I been through, nothin' but issues
Tired of goin' to funerals and passin' moms the tissue
Getcha prayer in ya life, it's hard to listen
When there ain't nothin' fair in ya life
It's God that's missin', that's what they be tellin' me
And I try to wait but He be takin' so long
I'll probably catch another felony, inhalin' weed
Keepin' me broke, though, I slangs my coke
I probably push less weight than the trees I smoke
And ain't no hope for tomorrow, hot, heavy wit sorrow
Cause my peers bring tears from findin' em full of hollows
I know you probably goin' through the same thang
The same pain, cause we caught up in the same game
And don't a [bad word] thang change, [bad word]  bump this song
Cause you strong and you ain't alone, [bad word] .. just try to hold on