[Intro] On a east side night Under that street light On the corner of don't think twice I find my mind where it shouldn't 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 Fuckin with Twenty broads that's exposed And we in the Strip clubs till they close These are the chronicles of a hood muthafucka 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 I'm knee deep in my shit, don't hold my breath *Snap* Oh shit Guess its back to that broke shit 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 bitch we livin dirty Most of us that's livin now ain't livin thirty Get it how you live it bitch we livin dirty Cock 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 shit and you go hard till that tours gone and you back onto that street shit 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 shit 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 shit I witnessed last year That boy that left out was just family I ain't see the shit comin We was supposed to be at these Grammy's We was supposed to be stuntin Shit, we was supposed to somethin Fuck that we was supposed to be brothers Helped you out when you were struggling, I don't owe you nothing muthafucka [Hook]
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