On a east side night
Under that street light
On the corner of don’t think twice
I find my mind where it shouldn’t be
Crack Rock in that pad lock
With a stash spot in my ragtop
Street dreams down the block from my dads spot
Bad cops on my payroll
At a buck a pop like Faygo
Add 50 Cent for like 3 keys
Open up the doors for that Yayo
White nights cuz I make snow
Bright lights then I lay low
Fight nights Im like Mike Tyson
K/o for that peso
Thats the life that we chose
Talking bout
Money cars and these clothes
Fuckin with
Twenty broads thats exposed
And we in the
Strip clubs till they close
These are the chronicles of a hood muthafucka doin what he gotta do to get paid
Chronic smoke In every follicle of my shades
Writing  my obituary diggin my grave
Cuz all they say is jail or death,
And I figure there aint nothin left
That I aint did and since I’m knee deep in my shit, don’t hold my breath
Snap Oh shit
Guess its back to that broke shit
Roach clip in my ashtray
2Pac on my posters
Dreams of living like Sosa,
But Im wakin up on this sofa,
Said Im wakin up on this sofa
I aint waiting round here no longer
Get it how you live it bitch we livin dirty
Most of us thats livin now aint livin thirty
Get it how you live it bitch we livin dirty
Cock that .38 put on my mask and it gets blurry
I dont think you heard me
What I need a shirt for?
When you beast shit and you go hard till that tours gone and you back onto that street shit
What I need this shirt for?
When these tattoos that I bleed with say everything about my story come read this
What I need a shirt for? Huh? X3
When I go hard
So hard, to get everything that I worked for
At the top is no friends dawg
At the bottom aint shit dawg
Middle mann aint it dawg
Plotting drinkin this Hen dog
And I said lord my savior
Have I not protected my neighbor
Have I not neglected these haters
Have I not kept you in my prayers
So when my life keeps going downhill am I wrong for looking upstairs?
Am I wrong for feeling you hate me, am I wrong for thinking youd care?
Am I wrong for keepin this weed lit and these smoke clouds In this air?
But I cant sleep without my mind gone cuz of shit I witnessed last year
That boy that left out was just family
I aint see the shit comin
We was supposed to be at these Grammy’s
We was supposed to be stuntin
Shit,  we was supposed to somethin
Fuck that we was supposed to be brothers
Helped you out when you were struggling, I don’t owe you nothing muthafucka