Why do you have to lose you're living in poverty your schools are no good you have no jobs 58% of your youth is unemployed What the hell do you have to lose Mama let me sip the 40. I was just a shorty Then I started spitting garlic and they said record me man. I feel like this shit was for me this shit This is my story. Yeah John at the porch. I got a porch. Let's take it back. I'm on the block with the killers and hold my own Of course, yeah, I see my mom and dad separate ain't talking divorce Said that he was living by the fire and he died by the torch I'm with the eight cases. We like the baby The same with a Ray Ray D Case and I just was a grade a kid We grew up with hitters and did everything We spinning it running the spot we get it give us some work we flippin it I'm here from Your money for coming saying nobody I'm in my cell like when I get out, I'm making a movie. No cinema. Oh Yeah, back home in a fashion bell phone turban. It was next to tell black pop and it was extra So big dog ain't showing remorse. I was begging just to catch a cell same black. We was going to war I was praying I ain't catch a ship. Hey Oh We're stopping for a thousand nights living that we try and die tonight got 47 like dynamite I was fucking up my cop money selling soap like it's shining white. Oh, geez said you fucking a block up I was mad. I was trying to fight nigga. We hope Mommy at work. Daddy. He dead nigga. We hope Stomach growling like a LG going to bed. We hope Uzi on me all my friends are dead nigga. We hope Live on the other side of America Put life on the other side same corner with my brother's dad living like we ain't got care So my mama ain't dying here 40 on me. I ain't buying beer and have a will now I'm flying there bunch of felons on the jet with me make a movie like sky Started off in the basement. Now it's fruit tops in the brown air still fighting over cases I don't believe nigga, but it's my years summertime. Mickey called out He don't want me like a mind clear closet bigger than my whole house Think about it. I was fine. It came on the dirt dedicated. I was making it work medicated I was taking a purse devastated with my niggas got murk educated had to get to it first I know trapping it'll get me in jail playing with pistols. It'll give me a hearse, but I ain't give a fuck Send me to church. Yeah, they gotta cut me in traffic. I ain't with none of this rash I've been trying run for these caskets all of this pain, but then me nigga. You don't want none of this Get some money and feed your family. This is a fucking disaster Yes We're stopping for a thousand nights living like we trying to die tonight. Got 40 sound like dynamite I was fucking on my cop money selling soap like it's trying to wait. Oh, geez said you fucking a block up I was mad. I was trying to fight nigga. We hope Mommy at work. Daddy. He dead nigga. We hope Stomach growling like a LG going to bed. We hope Uzi on me all my friends are dead nigga. We hope I Always dream to have been like on like CNN and be able to express myself in and Speak for like doing voiceless young men of America the first step I would say I grew up in America in a ruthless neighborhood where we are not protected by police We go up and ruthless environments. We go up around murder. You see murder. You see seven people die a week I think you will probably carry the gun yourself. Would you uh, yeah, I probably would You