Don’t you ever go against the grain...I want the money and you want the fame

Cause people killing they self tryna maintain I know some **** that died at a dice game

Everybody popping percs then the price changed why we killing each other for a nice gain

And win you standing at the top they gone take Aim

.......the reason why ain’t gone be explained

That’s why we strapped up and ready for action street will turn a good lil boy to a savage

He wanna live right but he addicted to madness

Raining on your crib yeah he giving you static

To see his pain you don’t need no glasses he really need help but he don’t know where his dad is

These the stories that nobody talking bout leaving out the crib he got killed while walking out

I AINT TALKING FOR NOTHING HOPE YOU GET THE MESSAGE....(I hope you get the message)

AND WHEN YOU GET A COUPLE DOLLARS I KNOW YOU GONE WANT SOME VVS's

YOU CANT TRUST A SOUL SO I KNOW THATS WHY YOU KEEP A WEAPON

YOU CANT DIE NOW THE LAST THING YOU NEED IS MOMMA STRESSING

You waking up everyday tryna survive you heard about the last days these is the times

Tryna make it out the hood I know you fantasized watching bodies hit the ground a have you traumatized

You not thinking out the box so you trapped if jammed up stand tall never rat

You tripping bout no haters out here cause you stamped never lied on a song yeah I’m always spitting facts

I AINT TALKING FOR NOTHING HOPE YOU GET THE MESSAGE....(I hope you get the message)

AND WHEN YOU GET A COUPLE DOLLARS I KNOW YOU GONE WANT SOME VVS's

YOU CANT TRUST A SOUL SO I KNOW THAT'S WHY YOU KEEP A WEAPON

YOU CANT DIE NOW THE LAST THING YOU NEED IS MOMMA STRESSING