Spend verses, I'm desperate, I need a mansion and a coupe You done signed over your life and now you slavin' in a booth Now we hang ourself with chains, they used to make us rock a noose Shorty's hoppin' off the porch, cause it ain't shit else to do None but trouble in the hood, no more sentence for the youth You a king, you not a gangster, I'm just tellin' you the truth Please just take my word, cause they done scrambled all the proof His big bro ain't tryin' to warn him, he just taught him how to shoot Out there warrin' with each other, will there ever be a truce? Why they fuck me into it, I'm goin' through it pressure too Feel death in the air, it's like a nightmare, this shit is scary Rhyme for game, now your casket is gang carry Mama break down, you gettin' put in that cemetery This shit fucked up my mental, seen too many obituaries These bodies keep droppin', summer cold like it's January When you die, they gon' praise you, now they see that you legendary Just another cold case, look what they did to Kanika Hear them screams, after that choppa sing like Aretha Homicide puddles, I got blood stains on my sneakers Out here playin' life or death, tryna run from the reaper Shit been fucked up at the crib, lashing out on the teacher Grandma takin' me to church, I fell asleep on that preacher Chains closed, hit the block, hard head and an eager We just tryna stay afloat, but this shit gettin' deeper I'm just tryna talk to you and tell my life through these speakers Yeah, I conquered them struggles, I just had to stay focused Told myself that I'm the greatest, I won't wait till they notice When nobody held me up when I was down in my lowest I'm the only one believed when everybody was hopeless I done got so used to funeral roots, can't show no emotion Man, this lifestyle crazy, so all this shit get atrocious Like one minute on that block, you just laughin' and jokin' Now your man shot up on that ground, gaspin' and chokin' In them streets deep, we was mobbin', went from innocent to goblins Had to take, we started robbin', catch some white folks while they joggin' Battle scars, we hate the rain, bullet wounds, steady thrivin' Fiends lookin' like zombies, half dead, they just noddin' That pressure comin' at you, and it's too hard to dodge Got dreams to make the league, late night plans, might sabotage My homie made the news, he posted, be on ESPN Came and left the same day, R.I.P. to the twins Doctor said he can make it, but his chances was thin My homie just came home, did three in the pen Back in them streets few weeks later, now he locked up again I wonder one day, will we wake up, is this cycle gon' end? I wonder one day, will we wake up, is this cycle gon' end?