[Intro]

Man, I'm finna call the homie right now, nigga, you over here tweakin'

This nigga not answering the ph—

Man, aye, tell this nigga he tweakin' right now

This nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' Poly Burgers, nigga

Robbin' Poly Burgers? Man, come on dog, this a crashout mission?

Crash out

No, it's Desperado mission, nigga, I'm hungry out here

This nigga know all of us, he been knowing you since you was like four or five

He know your mama, your grandma, he know everybody

On God

So, he know how I'm rockin'

Man, he know we ain't finna get no chili cheese fries special around this motherfucker

Man, you 'bout to get a first-class trip to level four, stupid

Ain't nobody stupid

Dumb dumb

Boy, fuck this shit

Man, aight, man, they gon' tap in with you later and take this dumb ass nigga to thе house

Aight, I’ll holla at you

Aight, aight

[Verse 1: Ray Vaughn]

Yeah

I got bills pilin' up, fridge еmpty too

For a week straight, chicken noodle soup

Call from my side bitch, she said the baby due

Bucket catchin' all the rain holes in my roof

Landlord beatin' down the door, but I ain't got the rent

So every dollar that I earned, I already spent

Niggas air yo' business out, that's why I'm always scared to vent

And they said they love me all the time, but I still ain't convinced

I dont know if God sayin' fuck me, or my luck just gone

'Cause every time I turn around, it's somethin' else goin' wrong

That nigga that invented flockin', I bet he was broke

If I leave the house and come back wit' nothin', it's a long way home

I'm scared that if I go to sleep, then I might die a bum

I'm scared my people can't count on me, ain't scared of dyin' young

I made four-fifty, the first thing I did was buy a gun

I had eight jobs this year and I got fired from every one

[Chorus: Gemaine]

Sometimes my nights could get long, my nigga (Long, my nigga)

Sometimes I feel life did me wrong, my nigga (Wrong, my nigga)

Most of the time, I be alone, my nigga (Alone, my nigga)

Prayin' for the day I could be on, yeah (On, yeah)

[Refrain: Ray Vaughn]

Life been hittin' hard and I 'bout fuckin' had it

Can't afford no diapers, baby mama bashin'

Bill collector callin', mind doin' backflips

I'm on my dick, dog, gotta make somethin' happen

If you was gon' help, it would be automatic

If you was gon' help, it would be automatic

Bill collector callin', mind doin' backflips

I'm on my dick, dog, gotta make somethin' happen

[Verse 2: Ray Vaughn]

Had to pawn what I could and sell what I had

Now all my dreams feel distant when the luck this bad

My car broke down this past week and I been sleepin' in it

Then I broke down talkin' to mama, said, "I need a minute"

Phone disconnected, God then went AWOL

The same time I seen my stepdaddy hit a eight-ball

That's trill life, either way, it is what it is

Had to split a six-piece nugget with my mothafuckin' kids

That type of pain'll make yo' heart explode

I love 'em all wit' my whole chest, I hope my daughters know

If I get caught and I get sent up to that level four

Don't let no nigga that you fuckin' ever call you ho, oh yeah

[Chorus: Gemaine]

Sometimes my nights could get long, my nigga (Long, my nigga)

Sometimes I feel life did me wrong, my nigga (Wrong, my nigga)

Most of the time, I be alone, my nigga (Alone, my nigga)

Prayin' for the day I could be on, yeah (On, yeah)

[Refrain: Ray Vaughn]

Life been hittin' hard and I 'bout fuckin' had it

Can't afford no diapers, baby mama bashin'

Bill collector callin', mind doin' backflips

I'm on my dick, dawg, gotta make somethin' happen

If you was gon' help, it would be automatic

If you was gon' help, it would be automatic

Bill collector callin', mind doin' backflips

I'm on my dick, dog, gotta make somethin' happen

[Outro]

Gotta make a way, every step, gotta rebirth

Every move watched, gotta grind till my feet hurt

One slip up, and I'm gone, face the Reaper

Last thing I wanna be on is a T-shirt

Last thing I wanna be on is a T-shirt

Last thing I wanna be on is a T—