I used to sell a lot of cocaine, til I met this dope fiend, man her baby had a broke brain, that’s when I said I gotta go straight, I had to drop outa school too I always had some low grades, ain’t no such thing as having no pain, ain’t no sunny days without the cold rain, mama told me, life’s about the slow gains, you gotta make your own pace, be ready cuz the road shakes, so, while you’re in the gram, acting like you’re so great, I’m tucked up in the back just trying to get the whole plate, you bout that fake shit like no say, boy I don’t play, I ain’t stoppin cuz my soul aches

I’m just dying, your just dying, we’re just dying, I’m just dying, so if I’m dying and your dying, and we’re dying, then you might as well live