Everyday is a struggle... i could die tomorrow, feel me? But while I'm livin', I shall fear nobody.
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Story behind the song
Beans took his shit like a man. He aint snitch, he ain't rat... swallowed that, did his bid.
I wish him the best of luck, for him and his wifey, Melissa Jay.
that phil collins sample had me groovin.
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Lyrics
I can feel it comin'... Death on my shoulder...
Comin' closer wit' his breath gettin' colder...
It's over, but I ain't done fightin' yet...
Nigga's tryna slice my neck, mad cuz I'm writin' checks...
Time to jet, while these cats steady talkin'...
I ain't walkin', cuz these gats steady sparkin'...
Very often, I'm on the grind makin' cake...
Hater's hate, but I don't mind tryna stay awake...
People fake, got counterfit faces...
No traces, but somehow I catch cases...
It's basic, how trust is for fools...
Dustin' them jewels, when I'm bustin' them tools...
I been schooled, in streets, been through the pain...
So my head hot like the blood in my veins...
Fuck this a game, and you just wanna win...
I'm a good-sportsman but my hand don't extend...
[HOOK]
Why they prayin' that my spot empty...
Sayin' that, I'm slangin' crack in the spot till the pot empty...
Got enemies, lookin' for my head-stone...
Life ain't right, but damn that's dead-wrong...
Keep a vest on, not just for fashion...
Guns that I'm graspin', not just for flashin'...
There's no action, a whole lotta hear-say...
I wanna move on, but can't see a clear way...
I still spray, lay bodies on the pavement...
Aimin' to murk you, and whoever you came wit'...
It ain't shit, I gotta be for sure...
You want what I got, so I gotta be secure...
Evil's pure, so you don't gotta promise me...
Honesty, cuz I know you be plottin' B'...
Watchin' me, that's how the steel kills ya'...
I feel it in the air, and damn it feels familiar...
[HOOK]
Ya'll don't wanna see Da Source grip the .38
But you plan a early date for them pearly gates...
Heaven wait, it's like I'm seein' double vision
Surrounded by two faced nigga's who wanna listen
I don't pay attention, but I got dues
So this life, is somethin' that I did not choose
I'm not screwed, but expect to get fucked over...
Lady Luck can't collect me enough clover's...
I seen enough vultures, flyin' over-head
No cryin', when I'm dyin, cuz they hope I'm dead
My scope is red, cuz my bills stay green...
I kill, but I pray that my slate stay clean...
My state may seem, like I don't give a care
I did some soul-searchin' but nothin' was there
I got somethin' to share, if you think you slick G
When you come to get me, I'm takin' you wit me...
