Down for Life, Pt. 2

I'm down for life

I ride or die

I'm riding high

I'm down for life

I've been many places, avoided many cases

Stayed on my toes and left no traces

It's still 2000-something, it's time to forget it

Now you wanna bang? Damn homie you're pathetic

I'm sliding and riding, still pumping sweat

But these days I got three young ones I gotta protect

And they stay number one in my crazy life

Can't frown on that, you can keep them stripes

I've been to the top to look in the eyes of the real

Passing flying colors on them hard-hitting drills

Put that on the land, ain't no label like the one I rep

Fools are foolish that don't watch their every step

How quick they forget, listen to a vet

To the homies in the back I gotta send my respect

Now don't waste it, you only got one life

I'm a Southland gangster staying down for life

I'm down for life

I ride or die

I'm riding high

I'm down for life

Smooth just like a Cadillac

Shine like a diamond in the back

On my way to the studio

Best believe I'mma handle that

Still put it down with Mr. D

And Frank V, Southland G's

For Rude Boy, rest in peace

Twist one up, burn these trees

For all my dogs who passed away

My whole team's still behind the gates

Ones out here still on these streets

In hot pursuit of that paper chase

See the game has changed, rearranged

Gang of fools be acting strange

Burnt out and lost their ways

Watered down in this day and age

I just do me, buster-free

Watch my moves out on these streets

Make my music, bump these beats

A little something for my peeps

Who been there, through it all

Some were foolish, quick to fall

Some get caught up trying to ball

Some get got by Murphy's Law

You been around, then you know

The way it is, game is cold

Handle biz, never told

When it hit the fan, watch them fold

Some be fronting and it's nice

What you say? Should think twice

One day there'll be a price to pay

When you claim to be down for life

I'm down for life

I ride or die

I'm riding high

I'm down for life

Ain't no fronting in this game, homie it's cutthroat

All you fools be yapping homie, but it's just a joke

I sit back and brush it off like it's nothing

Half the fools that run up just be bluffing

Life's a risk, I know, but I'll let you choose it

We ride at all costs homie, we ain't losing

Me and my boy D, in casket smashing

Giving you the third degree, ese we ain't lacking

Front, back, side to side, keep the pistol packing

We the real, no vest, you riding with the best

We hold it down homeboy, just like we should

Flip the chips, bounce back, the game is understood

I move like a chess piece ese, but I know my role

As a youngster to them OG's I keep it proper

Always staying on my hustle, staying on my grind

That's right homie, we stay down for life

I'm down for life

I ride or die

I'm riding high

I'm down for life