[Verse 1:]
I ain't never been under a ^!$$% always been my own man
In my own dope spot wid my own !@%!e

My own tree my own tech wid breathin' holes
Cash out my O.G. nig I need three of those
And when I come back I'm a need seven baby

!@&@e white posse slide mobile reppin' crazy
Tappin' my gas cause my life consist of this
Cars and dope big rifles wid pistol grips

Forty stocks wid mo' shots than Koby B
We kinda cool but you don't really know me B
I been movin' on the late night on my own

Wid the angels and the demons flyin' round my dome
It's a destructive environment, but this is home
People say the only retirement is wid two to the dome

And it's a sad sight, but we don't feel this pain
Cause last month we seen him do a ^!$$% the same


[HOOK:]
Lord just let me make it through the night
I'm pacin' this block wid lots of %#@! stuffed in my sock

I'm watchin' the cars with the lights on top
The four door vans wid tinted windows on my block
There's hot ones in my crib pants sweatin' on my grip

Residue on my palms I'm bustin' down a whole zip
And when it's time to rock the semi-auto gon' kick
And if they don't live I think they shoulda asked you this

They shoulda asked you this
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[Verse 2:]
There's pain on my heart I'm insane in my brain
Last night I pulled a line I had to refrain from sniffin' caine

Now I'm smokin' bomb, wid the hop in it
Young ^!$$% on the spot dumb block livin'
Slappin' (*##$es, jackin' suckas

Ridin' thick blocks up the block hustlin'
Late night on my block, it's all black
The demons and the dope fiends pace just to buy the crack

And I'm a serve 'em hand to hand
Even if I got ten kicks in my van I'm still on the block
The young ^!$$% doin' it the young ^!$$% movin' it

^!$$%s on my block ain't smooth we like fluid
So when you come through ^!$$% ya better do it
Cause ^!$$%s gon' do it, run right through it

At ya mother$#&@in' chest if you not vested
The four-five leave ya chest molested, ^!$$%s ain't protected
Cause out here it's all bad

Seen a ^!$$% get his brains cooked man it was sad
The ^!$$% was still in his teens, the ^!$$% still had dreams
Another young ^!$$% lose his life tryna serve fiends

Yo

[HOOK]


Lord just let 'em make it through the night
$#&@ dat!

^!$$%s gon' die ^!$$%
Straight the $#&@ up ^!$$%, yeh
Know wha I'm sayin'?, feel me?

Yo, yo

[Verse 3:]

Yo the song was over but I was forced to come back
Like some cooked !@%!e in a Pyrex bring it back
Bring it back let the Husalah rap

Cause if he don't rap you know a ^!$$% gon' jack
And if he don't jack you know the ^!$$% sellin' crack
And when I sell crack I regulate by leavin' ^!$$%s dome flat

Wid the flip-flop Mac, ^!$$% comin' through thirty shots ^!$$% beat that
That little small pea shooter ya holdin'
Ain't $#&@in' wid this mother$#&@in' chop I'm rollin' wid

I'm in this mother$#&@in' Chevy Caprice
Top down !@%!e white wid rims older than me
Cause that's the life I live ^!$$% the life I received

The life I was born with the blood that I bleed
Consist of the gangsta %#@!, mobsta %#@!, gangsta %#@!
Slap the %#@! out a punk (*##$
Slap the %#@! out a ^!$$% tryna move bricks
On my neighborhood ^!$$%s can't serve nigs

Matter fact, a ^!$$% can't do %#@!
^!$$% try to do %#@! get his $#&@in' face split
Now this is real life, real %#@!
Understand ^!$$% this is animal I'm sick
My brain is gone I'm insane

I'm up the block doin' the same thing ^!$$% when servin' caine
At thirteen servin' fiends, fourteen servin' fiends
Fifteen movin' cream, seventeen hoop dreams
Got defeated, cause ^!$$%s had a hundred Gs in the safe ^!$$% and I need it
So when I see these ^!$$%s I'm gon' heat it, up

Like a oven it's snuff then I'm hustlin'
^!$$%s brains is puffin', like a broke down Cadillac
When I put the Mac to the side of his face
^!$$% taddle that