Man, I'm finna call the homie right now, nigga, you over here tweakin' This nigga not answering the ph- Man, aye, tell this nigga he tweakin' right now This nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' Poly Burgers, nigga Robbin' Poly Burgers? Man, come on dawg, this a crashout mission? Crash out No, it's Desperado mission, nigga, I'm hungry out here This nigga know all of us, he been knowing you since you was like four or five He know your mama, your grandma, he know everybody On God So, he know how I'm rockin' Man, he know we ain't finna get no chili cheese fries special around this motherfucker Man, you 'bout to get a first class trip to level four, stupid Ain't nobody stupid Dumb dumb Boy, fuck this shit Man, aight, man, they gon' tap in with you later and take this dumb ass nigga to the house Aight, I, I love you Aight, aight Yeah I got bills pilin' up, fridge empty too For a week straight, chicken noodle soup Call from my side bitch, she said the baby due Bucket catchin' all the rain holes in my roof Landlord beatin' down the door, but I ain't got the rent So every dollar that I earned, I already spent Niggas air yo business out, that's why I'm always scared to vent And they said they love me all the time, but I still ain't convinced I don't know if God sayin' fuck me, or my luck just gone 'Cause every time I turn around, it's somethin' else goin' wrong That nigga that invented flockin', I bet he was broke If I leave the house and come back wit' nothing, it's a long way home I'm scared that if I go to sleep, then I might die a bum I'm scared my people can't count on me, ain't scared of dying young I made 450, the first thing I did was buy a gun I had eight jobs this year and I got fired from every one Sometimes my nights could get long, my nigga Sometimes I feel life did me wrong, my nigga Most of the time, I be alone, my nigga Prayin' for the day I could be on, yeah Life been hittin' hard and I 'bout fuckin' had it Can't afford no diapers, baby mama bashin' Bill collector callin', mind doin' backflips I'm on my dick, dawg, gotta make somethin' happen If you was gon' help, it would be automatic If you was gon' help, it would be automatic Bill collector callin', mind doin' backflips I'm on my dick, dawg, gotta make somethin' happen Had to pawn what I could and sell what I had Now all my dreams feel distant when the luck this bad My car broke down this past week and I been sleepin' in it Then I broke down talkin' to mama, said: I need a minute Phone disconnected, God then went AWOL The same time I seen my stepdaddy hit a 8-ball That's trill life, either way, it is what it is Had to split a six piece nugget with my mothafuckin' kids That type of pain'll make yo' heart explode I love 'em all wit' my whole chest, I hope my daughters know If I get caught and I get sent up to that level four Don't let no nigga that you fuckin' ever call you ho, oh, yeah Sometimes my nights could get long, my nigga Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga Most of the time, I be alone, my nigga Prayin' for the day I could be on, yeah Life been hittin' hard and I 'bout fuckin' had it Can't afford no diapers, baby mama bashin' Bill collector callin', mind doin' backflips I'm on my dick, dawg, gotta make somethin' happen If you was gon' help, it would be automatic If you was gon' help, it would be automatic Bill collector callin', mind doin' backflips I'm on my dick, dawg, gotta make somethin' happen Gotta make a way, every step, gotta rebirth Every move watched, gotta grind till my feet hurt One slip up, and I'm gone, face the Reaper Last thing I wanna be on is a t-shirt Last thing I wanna be on is a t-shirt Last thing I wanna be on is a t–