(verse 1)
Every day is a struggle for a thug in da streets of life anymore
Waking up, no food, no water, life is a joke, being poor
No I dont wanna be poor poor any more more no no
So I hustle, I gotta make that money money yea green paper in my brown paper bag
Still poppin pills and slangin dro in a sandwhich bag
U know wat im talking about, if ya live a thug life
Times of life when I should of died by a piece
But I guess it wasent my time, wats wrong wit dis nation, won't let me shine
Where's da peace ?
Demonds ereasin my grind grind grind
Shout out to all my peepz
Let me scream out rest in peace..
One time for my people that was living now they in da grave yard now they decesed
My grand daddy
My daddy
My step daddy
Uncle terry
Uncle june
Heather
Jessy
Quincy
Heidi
Jeanna
Manda
I miss ya
1 more time rest in peace, to ya...
Yea if its cold outside, and ur hustlin outside
Look nation see wat ya got us yungsta doing ?
A white rapper amergin, fuck a hater, ya booin ?
I give a fuck, no need to duck duck no no no
One day im a turn loco
The wrong person is gonna ask me was up
Im a fuck around and beat his ass
Shoot his ass
And be shackled up
(verse 2)
Its a murderous mind state when you dont give a damn
Im tryna do good, and live by da good hand
But I got to much evil surrounding me got damn
It sucks big balls, living life in a jam, no heat in da winter, no air in da summer, im freezing like ice, im roastin like ham
Dont wanna be shackled but da life im living now is not good
I keep living and porceeding the way I do, the out come won't be good
I should change my life and change the way I look at things but I was raised from da hood
I could make music, slang drugs, sipp cold killa and be nutten but a bum, but dat ain't good
22, 1 10 10 according to the quija I won't make it to see 23, not good
A lil white boi who has dreams of making it big and leaving da hood
So many people judge me, so many people hate me, so many people say I won't succeed, not good
Lived a fuck up life, child hood and memorys, should of died by a knife
But I didn't yet
Bet
I won't make it to 5 21 10
I think da reapa, is coming to collect my soul wit his shyfe
Free me of all my sinns
Always up to no good, getting treated bad, not good. so many tears dat I neva unleashed
Izzo white bone skelton, mis understood
(verse3)
To all my homiez on lock down
I get on my knees, and bow down
If it wasent for yallll, I wouldent have my crown. (izzo tha king)
I remember I was a lil baby teen, smoking green, staying lean, pockets was over flowing wit green
Rollin wit my cousins, the dillengers, aaron and joey wow what a team
Toked my 1st blunt and still stayed clean
I was fucked up...looking all mad, walking outside
Jumping on my bike, I remember bumpin M-J Bad
Stunnin, no frontin, I had...dibbs
All the neighbor hood kids we was strollin on 2 bright rims
Juz cruzing all highed up, we didn't give a fuck man
Mackin on dem hoz, dippin from da po poz, keepin shit on da lo loz
Man shit was hood back in da day
Now half my ninjaz are locked away
Wat more can I say
U couldent pay me enuff to fake wat I say
My shit is real, and if ya got something to say, im down for da mentally kill
Real talk, I dont wanna be shackled up, but wit my nine, u will be out lined in chalk
So shout out to all my real boyz
And all my homiez on da lock
Every day is a struggle for a thug in da streets of life anymore
Waking up, no food, no water, life is a joke, being poor
No I dont wanna be poor poor any more more no no
So I hustle, I gotta make that money money yea green paper in my brown paper bag
Still poppin pills and slangin dro in a sandwhich bag
U know wat im talking about, if ya live a thug life
Times of life when I should of died by a piece
But I guess it wasent my time, wats wrong wit dis nation, won't let me shine
Where's da peace ?
Demonds ereasin my grind grind grind
Shout out to all my peepz
Let me scream out rest in peace..
One time for my people that was living now they in da grave yard now they decesed
My grand daddy
My daddy
My step daddy
Uncle terry
Uncle june
Heather
Jessy
Quincy
Heidi
Jeanna
Manda
I miss ya
1 more time rest in peace, to ya...
Yea if its cold outside, and ur hustlin outside
Look nation see wat ya got us yungsta doing ?
A white rapper amergin, fuck a hater, ya booin ?
I give a fuck, no need to duck duck no no no
One day im a turn loco
The wrong person is gonna ask me was up
Im a fuck around and beat his ass
Shoot his ass
And be shackled up
(verse 2)
Its a murderous mind state when you dont give a damn
Im tryna do good, and live by da good hand
But I got to much evil surrounding me got damn
It sucks big balls, living life in a jam, no heat in da winter, no air in da summer, im freezing like ice, im roastin like ham
Dont wanna be shackled but da life im living now is not good
I keep living and porceeding the way I do, the out come won't be good
I should change my life and change the way I look at things but I was raised from da hood
I could make music, slang drugs, sipp cold killa and be nutten but a bum, but dat ain't good
22, 1 10 10 according to the quija I won't make it to see 23, not good
A lil white boi who has dreams of making it big and leaving da hood
So many people judge me, so many people hate me, so many people say I won't succeed, not good
Lived a fuck up life, child hood and memorys, should of died by a knife
But I didn't yet
Bet
I won't make it to 5 21 10
I think da reapa, is coming to collect my soul wit his shyfe
Free me of all my sinns
Always up to no good, getting treated bad, not good. so many tears dat I neva unleashed
Izzo white bone skelton, mis understood
(verse3)
To all my homiez on lock down
I get on my knees, and bow down
If it wasent for yallll, I wouldent have my crown. (izzo tha king)
I remember I was a lil baby teen, smoking green, staying lean, pockets was over flowing wit green
Rollin wit my cousins, the dillengers, aaron and joey wow what a team
Toked my 1st blunt and still stayed clean
I was fucked up...looking all mad, walking outside
Jumping on my bike, I remember bumpin M-J Bad
Stunnin, no frontin, I had...dibbs
All the neighbor hood kids we was strollin on 2 bright rims
Juz cruzing all highed up, we didn't give a fuck man
Mackin on dem hoz, dippin from da po poz, keepin shit on da lo loz
Man shit was hood back in da day
Now half my ninjaz are locked away
Wat more can I say
U couldent pay me enuff to fake wat I say
My shit is real, and if ya got something to say, im down for da mentally kill
Real talk, I dont wanna be shackled up, but wit my nine, u will be out lined in chalk
So shout out to all my real boyz
And all my homiez on da lock
( Fred Izzo )
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