Fast cars, money, and muscle to hustle I was brought up in the 80s, gang bangin' dope
traffic Shit get crazy, for when niggas grow up hard
like Dix raised them Hustlin' gardens like Knicks players, we got
mouths to feed Till they put flowers on me, moms kiss my cold
cheek In that pine box, I'm buyin' rocks, I ain't
coppin' From the cell block, the young kid makin'
it happen Who you think got their fingers runnin' back
like Bo Jackson?
I'm a gangster, what else could I say?
I'm ahead of myself like it's Ralph O .K.
Tupac, Scarface, N .W .A.
Taught me how to dodge them bullets, keep my wig in place
Keep from snuggin' away, so pay a thousand to have it
Niggas in the street move faster than Michael Jackson's albums
But the shit don't really matter to me, we get better G's
Let the force slow em' down like East L .A.
This life of shit, nigga, is a crazy, crazy game
You're tryin' to find a friend, but no one knows your name
This life of shit, baby, I have you all up in my fast lane
Tryna keep up with the rap race, knowin' that we're on the game
I went from not bein' on it all to bein' one of the best
Yeah, I failed in school, but I passed life's test
But these smart niggas out here broke like this
I'm havin' everything I wanted, didn't want it like this
So I mix bad with the good and try to make it righteous
I'm coppin' everything in sight and my life that I can get
But bein' in tune with God is really righteous
I was a diamond in the rough, I knew I was priceless
So I envisioned with my ears to get my sight like this
I struggled for ten years to get my life like this
I hustled for ten years to get stripes like this
Bitch, niggas, what y 'all know about this?
You can get dismissed
Nigga, this the beckon order
You can't jump the beckon order
So respect the orders
Before I have to send a order
To get your whole family slaughtered
Just to get shit started, yo
This life of shit, nigga, is a crazy, crazy game
You're tryin' to find a friend
When no one knows your name
This life of shit
Baby, I have you all up in my fast lane
Tryin' to keep up with the rap race
No one can say what I'm doin'
No one can say what I'm doin'
Real life, real drive
Bust shots at your head, nigga, not in the sky
Straight bullets, them gon' fly
Better hope someone don't die
Man, this ghetto shitty got me shook
The game will turn your boy into a crook
I just hope when I go down, you put some bread on my books
Look out for you, nigga
Cause the streets are watchin', the streets are talkin'
Play your cards right or be a dead man walkin'
I got fam that'll bust heads for me
Shitload of goons I put on, they on me
Them my niche, nigga, fuck your homies
Only trust me, I do my dirt off, I'm a lonely
Let this bang out your Sony
Major, I'm real, I can never be phony, nigga
Cause this shit, nigga, is a crazy, crazy game
You're tryin' to find a friend
But no one knows your name
This funny shit, baby, I have you all up in my fast lane
Tryin' to keep up with the rap race
No one can say what I'm doin'
No one can say what I'm doin'
