I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like yous the user
Sellin drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they dont know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
Thats why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
And wish you wasnt livin so devilish, shit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62s
Cause G-E-D wasnt B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, thats why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out nicks went for 20s down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock 19 for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin to stop my flow
And what they dont know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasnt tryin to hear it
Smokin mad Newports cause Im due in court
For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, cause man
Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning
Mind full of demons, I dont wanna hear em anymore
Got me heartbroken, fine, so many babies screaming
‘Cause they seeing destruction before they see a human being
So they start smokin weed, well never get our day
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape
‘Cause they all broken, why do ghetto birds die
Before we learn to fly? Somebody else should try
Cockin guns, smokin, we can all make a change
So Im told, but I havent seen a change unfold
Ill keep hoping, please, if you prefer to breathe
Communities in need of people that will lead
Keep your eyes open, I can only say Ill try
Until the day I die, I promise to be wise
With my heart open, greed brings only misery
Away the tragedy, so I stay sucker free
Only a few chosen rise, my ghetto queens rise
Dont be afraid to try, too many of us die
For the door to open wide, my brothers speak wise
Stay focused on the prize, though everybody dies
I had the master plan, Im in the caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects
They call him Two-TECs, he tote two TECs
And when he start to bust, he like to ask, Whos next?
I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack
In the crack of her ass, two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hon to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, Im literally loungin, black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up, see whats up with my peeps
Toyota deal-athon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead, with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it couldnt hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch swear to God she wont snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks Ill make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, shell be home in three
Until then I looks out for the whole family
A true G, thats me, blowin like a bubble
In the everyday struggle