In this life, we live
We really get it right



My head messed up right now, things ain't going too great

Behind these iron gates, feeling like my people's upstate
Son, I'm trapped, just looking for a way to escape
Same ^!$$%s that I used to love, a ^!$$% grew to hate

Can't cry, my eyes dry, is it the weed or the allergies
Actually, pain all seem natural to me
Try to help my man out, show him where to get cash

Come to find out, the same dude, tapping my stash
His baby moms tried to give me the $$#, but I passed
Even though, I'm a dog like Daz, I got class

Too wrongs don't make me wrong, but it's hard to tell
I can't front, cause revenge feel good as hell
I fell, people said I was nothing but dirt

Forgive me lord, for selling drugs right in front of the church
B-Ghost got murked, Fresh home from jail
I just seen him on Todd G., making a sale



I shed tears for those who ain't here

Pour some beer on the curb, just want the respect I deserve
Swerve in the rain, drunk, in the range truck
Going insane, play the game, never gave up



Nearly seen the blues, I was falsely accused

Got in the game early, my pops taught me the rules
Went to four different high schools, got kicked out of every one
Flex mom's died, ain't live to bury her son

Everybody hating on Fes, ya'll a bunch of crabs
When I'm shining, they mad, but they happy when I'm doing bad
My mans talking bout me, the chick's behind my back


Saying his chain ain't all that, and his tracks is wack
Jump in the whip, drive off, blasting BB King

Cause ya'll rather see me in the pen, than see me bling
Do your thing, son, cause I'm a do mine, whether it's rhymes
Or crimes, rap lines or dimes, I'm a refine

My ex said she love me, I'm in the hospital half dead
She in the crib with the next man, giving him head






Sometimes I think, son, what's the purpose of life?
Cause I'm still in the dark, trying to search for the light
Even though we grew up, and was raised in the slums

Place where I'm from, it don't feel safe without a gun
Police always got me hemmed up, hemmed up
Yo, I'm tired of running from the beast, scuffing my Timbs up

In the lab stressed, smoking on a dolo blunt
With my eyes closed, dreaming bout the dough I want
Got a, bottle of Henny, for my troubles, it seems like it get worse

Everytime I take a guzzle, stumble out the crib
Nobody $#&@ with me, look
Ready to take my anger out on any one of you crooks

To see some time alone, to get my head straight
We suppose to help each other, instead ya'll dead weight
Remember we all ate, all hands in the plate

Everybody wanna take, but nobody wanna generate





In this life, we live

We really get it right
And everybody gives
But nobody wants to die

In this life, we live
We really get it...