These niggas listen to nothing I say They can't see da struggle I face They only see da trouble I make Like da ten pounds of weed I smuggled up state They say I don't respect life but it's just da hustle I hate To survive in this game called life, you gotta have muscle and faith They say I'm heading for da top with this song I'm hot with this song Da streets gon love me for this one How can a kid be this fun Don't get it twisted Don't be mad that a nigga with a flow like this existed Nigga I'm gifted My rhyme is tight and da time is right For me to blow up and shine tonight My girl looking fine tonight Dressed in grey and white She's begging me to stay the night So I can lay the pipe All because my game is tight Ikay's da name I'm here to change da game I pit in work, da nigga got paid, all of a sudden here comes da fame But it still pours whenever it rains Come on, come on Lifestyle up in this Come on, come on Who else got a flow like this Come on, come on! Come on, come on Uh, yea, uh We keep it gangster from Monday to Sunday Kids on da block, exposed to gun play We live life da wrong way, just to get da Sun to shine for one day Niggas gon die when da kids go hungry They rock da white T's They ain't afraid to kill you for a pair of Nikies I look at life as just a strife For now I'm alright till dem cops come and violate my rights Shit ain't nice I'm tired of being criticized Tired of being seen as a punk in these niggas eyes I'm petrified How many times I've contemplated homicide So many niggas die Call me crazy I'm like da flavor to ya food, call me gravy You can't play me It's Ikay yo I'm here to stay yo I keep floating like an angel on a halo Things ain't the same yo Friends change yo Kinda strange bro Come on, come on You know what it is Come on, come on Come roll with da kid Come on, come on Lifestyle up in this Come on, come on Brooklyn! This is it Come on, come on Jamrock in this shit Come on, come on! Come on, come on Yea, uh I live my life on da edge I love da streets, hate da feds Carry a lot of weight like a sledge Why these niggas wanna see me beg Bet they love me if I'm dead I hate my birthday, never celebrate it 5th of August is my worst day, damn I hate it What about da kids that never made it I pour out some liquor from them And pray for my niggas up in da pen I'm trying to live my life, trying to get it right I talk to God at nights He never answers back, why is that On my block kids roam da streets and idle They rolling with rifles, they neglect da bible This life is just a stifle I don't do club music I do thug music Songs for my niggas to cruise with When da beat drop, I got da streets locked I'm not One of the se called rappers trying to be Pac And I'm not BIG I'm just a black kid Aiming for da sky, million dollar coupes and black cribs Niggas pull up in da truck Kay whassup Em broads wanna ball with us No more cops with handcuffs locking my niggas up We just roam da block Go to thugz mansion, ball with Pac It's just my street dreams Bright lights, big screens Spending big greens If I believe Will I achieve? So many niggas like me get killed in da streets And if I die, who would cry So many pain in my life Look at Shyne Niggas buss at him, he buss back, now he in prison doing time The rich sit, don't give a shit thinking da poor doing fine Ghetto kids don't want no degree, they wanna be on da streets pursuing crime Cause that's all they know, can't take da pain no more So they be on thug patrol Ha ha ha Come on, come on Flow with ya boy Come on, come on Grow with ya boy Come on, come on It's Kay nigga You know how we do