just tryin' ta make it

yeah

okay

gangsta

gangsta gibbs

nigga

yeah

i'm down

i got my back against the wall

ready to ride

better livin' on my mind

see it in my eyes

i'm just tryin' to make it

yeah

life at a hundred miles an hour

nigga

i live my life in the fastlane

hundred miles an hour

anything for the cash

mane

marijuana to powder

peep the style of a ghetto child runnin' wild

at the park

hydroponics gettin' sparked

steppin' over broken crack vials

it's like this way of livin' chose me

police approaching me

this ain't the way i wanna be

this ain't how i wanna live

i dream about having kids

but i'm afraid

that as they grow they won't see they daddy live

'cause daddy is problematic

daddy got bad habits

hopefully when i'm older

i look back and i laugh at it

for now

i'ma deal with it

get my heat and kill with it

i'm droppin' any nigga in the way of my meal ticket

i wonder why

in the ghetto

we really living to die

hunger pains make you fiend for a slice of the devil's pie

but it gotta be a better way

before i lay me down to sleep

i hit my knees and pray

i'm doing good if i live to see another day"