Verse 1

I have trouble goin’ to bed

Worried ‘bout “how in the fuck am I gonna be one of the rappers who’s keepin’ themselves fed?”

And “did I make a mistake?”

‘Cause every dude since 6th grade has got a fuckin’ mixtape

I got homies buildin’ rockets and shit

Some are lawyers, some are doctors, some are cops on the strip

While I’m worried’ ‘bout how I’m gonna get

My next check without robbin’, dashin’ and hoppin’ the fence

I’m 25 now thinkin’ ‘bout when I’m 26

No insurance, if I’m hurt it’s outta pocket and shit

Moved to a cheaper city; doors, lockin’ ‘em quick

If I don’t, my own neighbors will take all of my shit

So tell me what the fuck I’m supposed to do

If I’m barely gonna have enough to make a move

And if everybody probably wants to see me lose

Fuck off, fuck them, and some fucks to say to you, that’s it

Hook

I can admit that I’ve been the type

To get what I get while crossin’ the line

But in my defense, it’s all part of life

And I’ll never quit ‘cause I gotta survive (2x)

You can hate me if you want to - I gotta survive

You can hate me if you want to - I gotta survive

Verse 2

Now I’m sittin’ at the navy recruiter

If all else fails, I’ll get paid to be a shooter

I wonder if that makes me a loser

If I only do it just to get away safely from music

But fuck, with my luck, I’mma get deployed

Serve a 2-year tour, that’ll fill the void

Yea, come back with war wounds and I’ll feel destroyed

After I had to watch the battle go and kill my boys

God damn, that can’t be the alternative, goin’ out murderin’

My mother can’t learn of this; my brother was burned and shit

And he didn’t make it; damn, he was the greatest

Damn, how could I face it if I’m half what he’s made of?

So what the fuck I’m supposed to do

If I’m barely gonna have enough to make a move

And if everybody probably wants to see me lose