(Verse 1)
Put ya hands in the air if you know you feelin it
Money we aint stealin
Drugs we aint dealin it
We like to be legit
don’t mistake legitimacy to be soft
Homie we just bein smart
So we drive our own cars
But I know a lotta yall aint gotta choice
So you do wat u gotta do wire up that Royce
You can be on the corner but that’s fast money
So like a crash dummy
You just crash funny
You gotta know that karma is a bitch
You might hav another homie come and take yo shit
So you can choose the life you live but that’s high maintence
So can you really take this? Livin wit full surveillance
Cuz in the streets you know you gotta watch yo back
Cuz the crack attracts the feins to come attack
Wat you been hustling for is now all worthless
You on the ground shirtless
Now is it really worth it?
(Verse 2)
You watch the shows like mtv cribs
Wishin that you can live the way that they live
But its tough
I know its rough so don’t get me wrong
Pay attention to this song
I understand it all
Ya pop left mama tries
Brothers dead mama cries
Their aint no other option
So get ya gat and start poppin
a lotta fakers be talkin sayin they life aint fair
When their parents is millionaires dammn
I aint feelin that man
Put away the gat man
Stop listenin to rap man
And stop bein fake fool
Your parents worked hard for you so mothafucka be grateful
You lucked out
Make the best of it
Cuz these homies in the hood live in a mess of shit
So while you sling pointlessly and get shot stop breathin
I ask you a question
Wat was the reason?
