Even though what we do is wrong

We still hustle 'til the sun come up

Crack a forty when the Sun go down

It's a cold winter, y'all **** better bundle up

And I bet it be a hotter summer, grab an onion just to rock it down

You hot now, listen up

Don't you know cops' sole purpose is to lock us down?

And throw away the key

But without this drug shit, your kids ain't got no way to eat, huh?

Check

We still try to keep mom, smilin'

'Cause when her teeth stop showin'

And her stomach start growlin' then the heat start flowin'

If you from the hood, I know you feel me

If a sneak start leaning

And the heat stop workin'

Then my heat start workin', I'ma rob me a person

Catch a **** sleeping while he out in the open

And I'ma get him

We gotta raise our kids while we livin', make a million off a record, bail my **** outta prison

Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the squadder

**** talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smith 'n

But I'm never snitching, I'm a rider

If my kids hungry, snatch the dishes out ya kitchen

I'll be wilding 'til they pick me out a line-up

(Even though what we do is wrong)

We keep the nines tucked, chop dimes up, rap about it

Wild out, fuck **** up, laugh about it

I'm not tryna visit the morgue but Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord

'Til I, get my shit together, clean up my sins, Freeway got it in like ten in the morning

And I can get it to ya like ten while you yawning, mane

Even though what we do is wrong

Check

Still deliver the order, mane

And I ain't talkin' 'bout chicken and gravy, man

I'm talking bout bricks of yayo, halves and quarters, four and a halves of hash, you do the math

Swing past us, scoop up your daughter

She wanna roll with a thug that rap, you do the math

He gon' blast 'til my stacks in order, mane

Even though what we do is wrong