I'm tired of livin' fucked up,
Tired of livin' bad,
Tired of hearin' grand mama tellin' me,
"When you gon' go to church, Chad?"
I'm tryin' to live up to the image
that she would want to see,
But I got much foot in the street,
and every week I flip a ki.
I never wanted to be a G,
but niggas depend on me
It ain't safe to hit I-10,
so niggas fear with me
And all the niggas that I
went to school with,
Shot pool with, went to the pool with
Out there sellin' that white shit
Pushin' cocaine,
niggas whole existence
Dependent on the game
What ya want me to do, it's like
somebody cut my throat
Got 20,000 dollars tryin'
to turn it into a hundred,
And ain't nobody got no dough
So, niggas tend to smoke,
bad habits do exist
And this bitch thinkin' she can ease
my mind by suckin' my dick
Bitch maybe fo' a minute,
but that shit never lasts
It's 1996, niggas is dyin'
from layin' on some ass
First Magic Johnson got it,
then Eazy-E died
died
And you be wonderin' why young
niggas out there smokin' fry
I wish that I could tell y'all I
wore a rubber everytime
But, if I told you that, nigga,
you know that I be lyin'
And I been fuckin' pussy since
the tender age of nine.
It's gettin' to be a full-time job
job just tryin' to stay alive
And crackers tend to smirk,
offended by the weed smoke comin' off my shirt
But, still I put in work and
front for my folks
'Cause where I come from, nigga,
family just ain't no joke
Now, D be gettin' married,
and Edgar on the boat
But what about baby Doe
Some say that nigga's sellin' dope
And you know I ain't lyin',
that's just how families talk
But, what you gon' do when the
devil poke you wit' his fork?
And everybody sittin' in
the pulpit ain't saved
Most preachers just false prophets,
fuckin' hoes and gittin' paid
I'm lookin' for that
You only got one life to live
That's all they give us to do it
You can bullshit your way through it,
Or stay true, it
Can be complicated 'cause niggas
be gettin' shot in the cross
People and names get lost,
the people in the lane get tossed
Streets 'll eat yo ass alive
Take your positions with pistols,
bare hands, and knives,
And nobody's surprised if some
body don't survive the dust
To see this only treacherous
How we was left to be down these
streets that we be on
Muthafucka's sleepin' on them
corners that you pee on
Probably 'cause society felt
they didn't belong
Now who in the fuck made
it this way for us?
Got all these little niggas
sellin' that yay
Because it ain't like they make
high levels gain-able
And And that quote "peace of American
pie" just ain't attainable
So, how can I sustain a full
life before death
Man, I'm left out here to make
it by my goddamn self
Now come on, who gives a damn
When you can't afford
the turkey or ham?
Livin' off of Ramen noodles,
beef jerky, and Spam
Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life
All I can see in front of me is up for grabs
Come off your slab
'Cause poverty will push
a nigga over the brink,
Over the edge,
es pecially if you don't know your ledge
And, so instead of being without
I'm hustlin' tryin' to git
through these ungodly days
Thinkin' of ways to get
the fuck out of this maze
A man will commit a crime
'cause the fuckin' crime pays
I'm goin' through a phase
you don't grow out
Until you a reason a motherfucker
gots to pour out
His 40 on the curb,
disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind,
But still sometimes he don't know why
He walkin' around just hopin'
He get one more try to make it
It's bullshit he's goin' through
but yo he gots to take it,
You can't fake it, to get the hi life
Ugk 
