[Intro]
On a east side night
Under that street light

On the corner of dont think twice
I find my mind where it shouldnt be


[Verse 1]
Crack Rock in that pad lock
With a stash spot in my ragtop

Street dreams down the block from my dads spot
Bad cops on my payroll
At a buck a pop like Faygo

Add 50 Cent for like 3 keys
Open up the doors for that Yayo
White nights cuz I make snow

Bright lights then I lay low
Fight nights I'm like Mike Tyson
K/o for that peso

That's the life that we chose
Talking bout
Money cars and these clothes

$#&@in with
Twenty broads that's exposed
And we in the

Strip clubs till they close
These are the chronicles of a hood mutha$#&@a doin what he gotta do to get paid
Chronic smoke In every follicle of my shades

Writing my obituary diggin my grave
Cuz all they say is jail or death
And I figure there ain't nothin left

That I ain't did and since Im knee deep in my %#@! dont hold my breath
*Snap*
Oh %#@!

Guess its back to that broke %#@!
Roach clip in my ashtray
2Pac on my posters

Dreams of living like Sosa
But I'm wakin up on this sofa
Said I'm wakin up on this sofa

I ain't waiting round here no longer
Get it how you live it (*##$ we livin dirty
Most of us that's livin now ain't livin thirty

Get it how you live it (*##$ we livin dirty
@@#! that .38 put on my mask and it gets blurry
I don't think you heard me


[Hook]
What I need a shirt for?

When you beast %#@! and you go hard till that tours gone and you back onto that street %#@!
What I need this shirt for?
When these tattoos that I bleed with say everything about my story come read this

What I need a shirt for? Huh? X3
When I go hard
So hard to get everything that I worked for


[Verse 2]
At the top is no friends dawg

At the bottom ain't %#@! dawg
Middle man'n ain't it dawg
Plotting drinkin this Hen dog

And I said lord my savior
Have I not protected my neighbor
Have I not neglected these haters

Have I not kept you in my prayers
So when my life keeps going downhill am I wrong for looking upstairs?
Am I wrong for feeling you hate me am I wrong for thinking you'd care?

Am I wrong for keepin this weed lit and these smoke clouds In this air?
But I can't sleep without my mind gone cuz of %#@! I witnessed last year
That boy that left out was just family

I ain't see the %#@! comin
We was supposed to be at these Grammys
We was supposed to be stuntin

%#@! we was supposed to somethin
$#&@ that we was supposed to be brothers
Helped you out when you were struggling I dont owe you nothing mutha$#&@a.


[Hook]