To all the killaz and the hundred dollar billers
To all the killaz and the hundred dollar billers what's up
To all the killaz in the streets trying eat what's up
To all the killaz trying get out of this life
It's rough
It's rough
Man
Air it out, what you talking bout
Semi automatics, all they care about
Grind hard, this the life
Red or blue flag, start rolling dice
This the way, my only option
Got to flip dollars never be a doctor
Unless it's all about the pharmaceuticals
Can bag or tag anything you need me too
Go to school, shit I need a job
Ferrari's and the Lambos all we talk about
Education, parents tell us bout it
Doesn't mean that we need it, we can live without it
By products of the systematic living active
Catch fire from a nigga always living static
Man it's relevant, even though you hesitant
Real life not a game
Better figure out ya lane
To all the killaz and the hundred dollar billers what's up
To all the killaz in the streets trying eat what's up
To all the killaz trying get out of this life
It's rough
It's rough
Man
Ground zero welcome back
Man it's catastrophic
Man Rashad lost his chest from that sawn-off
Gloves on, what you thinking shit it's so wrong
This everyday out here bruh, shit its game on
Not saying that's it glorious work
Got to convert
Starving, maybe dying of thirst
This ain't the worst place or the best either
You stay alert
Cuz you used to the gun powder, sour
Taste it man, onevery hour
Got wolves out here, they devour
If you the prey better pray
Everyday or decide where you lay
Man these kill never play
Man it ain't a game
What you think you be rolling down easy lane
Never man shit it's crazy how we living life
Cause tomorrow's never promised
Our minds just tarnished, all we see is darkness
To all the killaz and the hundred dollar billers what's up
To all the killaz in the streets trying eat what's up
To all the killaz trying get out of this life
It's rough
It's rough
Man