Verse One: B.G.. I'm tryin' to do right. But I'm surrounded by wrong. Avoid the all night flight. And still make it on my own. I'm tryin' be cool. Do what I gotta do. But playa haters all over. So I roll with my crew. I'm tryin' stay over. And just stay my ass in school. Ain't many choices to choose. And this rap game I can't refuse. I wanna win don't want to be the one to loose. My pistol my only friend. Cause busters try to bring the blues. Leavin brains with no clues. Spin the ben in black clothes. They tryin' ta' take my only life. Leave my folks on the front row. Bury me in providence. Heavy weight that rose. They wanna steal the B.G.. Now tell me Alton. Ain't that cold. What can I do. Now what can I do to get out the game. What can I do. Now what can I do to make change. Every other day around my way niggas dyin'. Hours flyin I want to go straight boy I'm tryin'. -Chorus- (Juvenile). I'm tryin' to shake the monkey off of me. Lord please let me go where I needs to be. Ball 'till I fall it's a poor family. Fo' sho' I know the future got a lot of stuff for me. Verse Two: B.G.. I'm tryin' to get my mail straight. Sell cd's and tapes. I don't want to be jail bait. Niggas want to kill me. And increase the hell rate. They almost got me. But I slip the spot it was too late. I wanna be a role model for my lil' brother. And buy a fifteen room manison for my mother. Settle down wit' a silent hoe. And drop a tight seed. So I can raise another uptown B.G.. Just like me. I'ma give 'em but I wish had a dad. He goin' be smart and bad nigga. Throwin' up a solga rag. This world is kurupted. The police is crooked. My boy was runnin with a ??? gun. His young life they took it. This ??? is rotten. Everyday it get's colder. They throwin' away the key. Sendin' the soldiers to angoula. My round slangin' that yola. With they hand on that iron. To keep my mind right. Beleive nigga I'm tryin'. -Chorus-. Verse Three: Lil' Wayne. I'm tryin' to be a man at fourteen. Choppin iron at fourteen'. Nigga that tells my only way. (B.G.: Look where you stand at fourteen). A lil' bity something. Whuckin representin' partners. Ain't to good in my neighborhood. Uptowns my partner. I ain't lie i'm tryin. To go the right way. But the night flight way. Just ain't the right way. I wan' be a gangsta but also wan' live. So I choose to be a uptown HotBoy hard to kill. Sittin' behind the cruiser wheel. Can't even see me I'm so lil'. And you expect me to give this. Just to switch to positive. As hard as I'm tryin' do it I just can't make a shape. School I'm tryin' go through it but I just can't make a shape. Gettin' in beef that resultin' into serious gun slangin. Do good I want yeah but on half i just keep hangin'. I'm lookin for a change but change ain't lookin for me. Will I remain a B.G.. Or a A student. We'll see. -Chorus- 2x.