fruit cocktail

tryna get high to forget that i'm broke

tho it's high tide still gotta stay afloat

sweater over hoodie used to be my winter coat

dish detergent liquid when we ran out of soap

walk in to the store plastic bag filled with bottles

stolen basic cable on our ol' floor model

check in the fridge

nothing to eat

baby mama killing roaches with her bare feet

my nigga hit me off i fucked up the sack

trip to coney island fucking with a hood rat

now a nigga back

right where i started

real true livin' definition of an artist

so now a nigga old but ain't shit changed

hid this morning when the light people came

now point me to heaven cause this sure is hell

tell me what's the difference from being in a cell

mama in the kitchen

scrapin' up a dinner

daddy play the lottery

hope he got a winner

my brother on the block

tryna catch sales

sister on the pole

shake her fruit cocktail

i got locked up

i came back home

takin' county chances

just to keep my phone on

my baby mama trippin'

that bitch don't even work

stress a nigga out

got me payin' child support

i'm flirtin' with the beam

i got a date with death

38 revolver

got two bullets left

sometimes i daydream

about puttin' in myself

runnin' up to heaven

trippin' up the steps

my nigga want a square

only got one left

so i'm a bust it down with you

if i had it dog

i'd blow a pound with you

my nigga understand

that's just how shit goes

that's why we get high

cause we feel so low

and tho we livin' fast

the money comin' slow

got a lid up on my nigga

cause his time goin slow

said a pray for him quick

fans gotta let him know