We live bout the life this ain’t a fairytale 50 percent of my niggas are either dead or in jail I know heaven awaits cuz we are living in hell Just funerals and waits somebody say a prayer Write for the state give my nigga the job Without the facts don’t know if ever this clear With my healthcare ain’t no matters in here 86 is a dog to prescribe a pill They tell me it’s the white man I should fear It’s my own kind doing all the killing here Pain is motivation, trials and tribulations Created a monster now you gotta face him I hold you responsible for these crack babies Niggas stay strong sending all the block crazy Call us maybe took a villains’ to raise me Running life didn’t escape me chasing this paper daily
Like if I don’t hustle I’ma going to die It’s so fucked up all I can do is wonder why Better days Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait If you humble in the jungle you become the pray Is this the military of the streets Don’t be a victim either you get there or you leave Better days Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait If you humble in the jungle you become the pray
Is there a heaven for a real nigga like me I’m on a mission homie I ain’t here to sightsee See that’s a gun in your pocket I’m like it might be I don’t give a damn if none of you bitches like me They keep killing us why the fuck we gotta kill each other Agree or don’t disagree even if we don’t feel each other My people are reason my people are being robbed nightly They can’t afford to go out the hood to rob whitey They wish they were lucky enough to have a job like me It’s fucked up they be like you bro been working hard slightly Instant oatmeal for breakfast, lunch and dinner too I know they tired of that shit I know I feel it too
Like if I don’t hustle I’ma going to die It’s so fucked up all I can do is wonder why Better days Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait If you humble in the jungle you become the pray Is this the military of the streets Don’t be a victim either you get there or you leave Better days Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait If you humble in the jungle you become the pray
The rules of engagement the coons and the gangstas Shooters to the shakers jackass to the crankers Keep wanting your chamber If you broken while swinging these treats ain’t planned police ain’t caring For CPS your parents cross paps overdosed on heroin So not even billing it’s so overwhelming a kid with no feeling He’s a soon a dealing man and soon he’ll be killing And we be damned if we gon starve in this bitch Every nigga like we back to stealing cars In this bitch December 25th they robbed Santa Claus in this bitch They get it a dome back with the only way they know how I bet they thought we was planned but I bet they know now This is a stick up so get your ass sat down on the floor now If you give them your duty my people don’t come to your house I’m clueless what you go make me put this gun in your mouth
Like if I don’t hustle I’ma going to die It’s so fucked up all I can do is wonder why Better days Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait If you humble in the jungle you become the pray Is this the military of the streets Don’t be a victim either you get there or you leave Better days Scratch and scrape for a plate trying to make a wait If you humble in the jungle you become the pray