Lyrics:

Yeah, I ride till I blew wit the case, through the days
Use the ways, niggas talk till they blue in the face
Been struggling is nothing to me, come and see
I get it in, like Kobe at the buzzer for three

When I'm gone, better twenty one gun it
Thousand dollar bottles pop
One of the best that ever done it
Broke nights dumbing with the dumbest
Sporting the fourth floor
I bought it from fiend for seven hundred

New faces, screw facing niggas from a distance
One time, wait to take a nigga through the system
I ain't got time to play, I hit the globe on roam
I'm still home a million miles away

And I grind so my seeds could eat, sometimes
I let my eyes close and I daydream of sleep
And if I should die before I wake, then before my wake
Hit my wifey off with all my cake

Till then, I'mma live it up, pop corks and split a dutch
Walking on the wild side, just to get a rush
Y'all better get in touch, laws ain't shit to us
Every one I know is God, earth, King, crip or blood

Little nigga listen up, I know you loving the life
Of living it fly, so how you can't get enough
Son said, who gives a fuck, they see I'm making my bread
Escaping the feds, so why should I give it up?

Ain't nothing left to do but
Throw myself down in these streets
And if I feel like niggas test me
I'm gon' reach out for my piece

And I don't run from confrontation
By myself, I keep it true
When it comes down to getting paper
I'm gon' do what I gotta do

I seen million dollar niggas fall flat on they face
Best friends, co-defendants, how you rat on your ace?
Scramblers chase, the blood money's, hammers on waist
Just to trick on the chick with the candles and lace

Believe it, it's real, we all out, fiending for meals
Food shot up on the block, left them bleeding there still
Nothing worse than power in the hands of fools
They play the game but they don't understand the rules

Yo, you should understand the jewels
I got my life on the line, there's a 50/50 chance to lose
Aiyo, my dude, it's bigger than me but as the story go
Why buy the cow when you get it for free

To make a living, it's either death or state prison
Deck just ain't quitting, either rep or stay hidden
Y'all know the motto, hollow points follow you home
Al Capone cats, swallow the chrome

You get blown back out of your zone, like pow to the dome
So watch your mouth, kid, mind on your tone
Son I ate with the greatest, stayed with the latest
Eye for an eye, boss, ain't with the favors

I laid where they murk all day, broad day
I said flames will disperse y'all way, y'all play
Deep inside the game, wise guys die for they name
While the organized mind, stay quietly paid

Ain't nothing left to do but
Throw myself down in these streets
And if I feel like niggas test me
I'm gon' reach out for my piece

And I don't run from confrontation
By myself, I keep it true
When it comes down to getting paper
I'm gon' do what I gotta do

Do what you gotta do
Do, do what you gotta do