came up on this ghetto street no choice but to carry heat aint nothing staring me apparently till they bury me im serving working chevy hugging this curb and got to watch out for them jackers cause you know they stay lurking and they itching to plot a scheme but i wont let them stop my dream cant leave my crib without my tool stuffed in my jeans they keep banging slanging on them corners we hanging get twisted in the wrong situation and leave you stanking i was built for this but i must admit its just too hot my focus in this rap shit just to get me off this block and mama she broke her neck to make sure i didnt want for nothing but i was so self destructive i had to wish off the hustling im thugging rolling the dice with my life on a nightly basis see if i crap out ill probably be trapped out i should be patient and paper aint never promised so product i push that i just pray my baby brother dont follow my footsteps im in the game i live the game think about the pain its a shame that i cant shake the game everybody and they mama asking why but im in the game live by the game and in the game imma die this life im living like a magnet for drama all night i fight with all my might to get that almighty dollar i be hustling struggling out here thirsty and thugging got to watch the way i move i got enemies by the dozen its cold but i wish it wasnt the choppers constantly busting these niggas that barely know me will smoke me all over nothing they hating waiting to put me under the pavement ask god to walk with me through the dark cause my heart was aching dont ever say i swear my conscience was gone aint no excuse for my actions i know i was doing wrong lord i just pray you forgive me i got blood on my hands tryna find a way to wipe them clean but i dont understand how i maneuver through this game no fear risking it all when its check out time you best be prepared when you get the call now everybody and they mama asking why but im in the game live by the game and in the game imma die3