There's no way 
to survive
in the city 
it's a shame
Niggas die 
from my hollow-point 
bullet to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin on blunts and gettin' [bad word] to keep from goin' under
Gettin' lost in the madness, blunted gettin' tipsy
Got my pistol out the window screamin', [bad word] and get me"
I sick, or am I just another victim?
Unloadin' my clip, I'm watchin' every bullet spit when I kick em
Niggas die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a 
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me
Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggas that's caught
Had a [bad word] #39; warrant but he didn't go to court
God [bad word]  and one day we'll all be together
Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon