text: On a east side night
  Under that street light
  On the corner of don’t think twice
  I find my mind where it shouldn’t be
  Crack Rock in that pad lock
  With a stash spot in my ragtop
  Street dreams down the block from my dads spot
  Bad cops on my payroll
  At a buck a pop like Faygo
  Add 50 Cent for like 3 keys
  Open up the doors for that Yayo
  White nights cuz I make snow
  Bright lights then I lay low
  Fight nights Im like Mike Tyson
  K/o for that peso
  Thats the life that we chose
  Talking bout
  Money cars and these clothes
  Fuckin with
  Twenty broads thats exposed
  And we in the
  Strip clubs till they close
  These are the chronicles of a hood muthafucka doin what he gotta do to get paid
  Chronic smoke In every follicle of my shades
  Writing  my obituary diggin my grave
  Cuz all they say is jail or death,
  And I figure there aint nothin left
  That I aint did and since I’m knee deep in my shit, don’t hold my breath
  Snap Oh shit
  Guess its back to that broke shit
  Roach clip in my ashtray
  2Pac on my posters
  Dreams of living like Sosa,
  But Im wakin up on this sofa,
  Said Im wakin up on this sofa
  I aint waiting round here no longer
  Get it how you live it bitch we livin dirty
  Most of us thats livin now aint livin thirty
  Get it how you live it bitch we livin dirty
  Cock that .38 put on my mask and it gets blurry
  I dont think you heard me
  What I need a shirt for?
  When you beast shit and you go hard till that tours gone and you back onto that street shit
  What I need this shirt for?
  When these tattoos that I bleed with say everything about my story come read this
  What I need a shirt for? Huh? X3
  When I go hard
  So hard, to get everything that I worked for
  At the top is no friends dawg
  At the bottom aint shit dawg
  Middle mann aint it dawg
  Plotting drinkin this Hen dog
  And I said lord my savior
  Have I not protected my neighbor
  Have I not neglected these haters
  Have I not kept you in my prayers
  So when my life keeps going downhill am I wrong for looking upstairs?
  Am I wrong for feeling you hate me, am I wrong for thinking youd care?
  Am I wrong for keepin this weed lit and these smoke clouds In this air?
  But I cant sleep without my mind gone cuz of shit I witnessed last year
  That boy that left out was just family
  I aint see the shit comin
  We was supposed to be at these Grammy’s
  We was supposed to be stuntin
  Shit,  we was supposed to somethin
  Fuck that we was supposed to be brothers
  Helped you out when you were struggling, I don’t owe you nothing muthafucka