[Produced by 9th Wonder]

[Intro Sample]

When all dreams seem to die

The summer's gone, the breeze stops blowing

The sun just leaves the sky

[Verse 1]

Yeah

Uh

Yeah, this your life, you can play with it

You make your bed, you gon' lay in it

Do your thing, just be safe with it

Triple bunks in the state prison

Blue laces in my blue chucks

I ain't never gave two fucks

BET I chucked the hood up

Asking if that nigga Nip hood, what

Like I wouldn't take it to the back with you

Same nigga walk the track with you

Same nigga shot a strap with you

Same nigga bought a sack with you

Nineteen touchin' two birds

Alpinas off a few swerves

Grey leather in my white Lincoln

Shit smellin' like a new purse

Two C's on my bitch shit

My money risin' like Bisquick

Six words help you get this

Rich Rapper On Some Crip Shit

I prayed for blessings as a young nigga

Not to learn the hard lessons of a drug dealer

Triple life with a gang enhancement

The judge triple white and he hate your blackness

Slam the gavel with a racist passion

Got you waitin' on appeals but your patience passin'

All you've got to offer is a fight

It's too late to run to Christ once you caught up in this life

Look

[Sampled Chorus]

So face the world now or cry

Face the world-

So face-

Face the world-

[Verse 2]

Look

Don't cry tears, they don't fly here

And if you don't die here, you supposed to fly lears

365 here is like a dog year

No wonder why these niggas 20 and got white hairs

Stressin' like they 40 and some change

It's lonely in this game, all my homies is in pain

And brodie is the slang, but it don't mean he your brother

It don't mean you can trust him, it don't mean that he love you

And we was raised wrong but we stayed strong

And when we kept it real, we got faked on

And when we showed up, we got flaked on

While them niggas story's gettin' cake holmes

I bet my life I'm a dice shaker

Electric lights on a skyscraper

It's up and downs for a real nigga

But you'll be lame all your life, hater

Mac-10 in my black Benz

Show me signals of betrayal, can't be back friends

Long flights get my mind right

Victory to me is when you spend your time right

Victory to me is when you get your grind right

Victory to me is when you get your moms right

Niggas, got this shit twisted

Like Jean-Michel Basquiat destroyed his pictures

Self-inflicted homicide, don't pull the trigger

I feel like I got to tell you you got something to contribute

Regardless what you into, regardless what you been through

I feel like I got to tell you you got something to contribute

Something to contribute

[Sampled Chorus]

So face the world now (Now)

So face the world, or

So face the world