The
reason for the pistols poppin' off,
G's makin' em bang
Cuz them lil' coward niggas
never stay in they lane
Real re cognize real through the
struggle and pain
Sometimes the good die young,
it's just part of the game
Niggas stay on that bullshit,
actin' like I'm new to this
Wanna see me locked up,
shot up on some foolishness
Yo, I can't call it drama,
they don't want it
Want that dollar, dollar bill,
but they don't do nothin' for it
Want that prodigy, that
Cartier, but they can't af ford it
So they hit the block and sling
rocks so they can sport it
Yo, for the money, bro,
they movin' them
O's
If it's funds you owe,
they kickin' and dole
They live by the code,
if I late, guns'll explode
Pay up or get sprayed up,
don't make me reload
Yo, my heart is cold,
all I see is the violence
Speakin' on what you know will get you
niggas' bodies soaked
Let's get it right,
you got the game all twisted up
Shorty bangin' hard for that guap,
tryna live it
Let's get it right,
when it's drama we let the hammers clap
Beats on every corner,
in the skies where the cameras at
Let's get it right,
we need answers to all the questions here
Pull out some liquor for your homie
from your better years
we gotta get it right
This is what the struggle and
the hustle bout
We grindin' and we climbin'
through the ghetto tryna make it
A lot of niggas is bitch, man
They crackin' depression,
I treat em like cash, yeah
Catch em and check em,
look em right in his face, man
And open his chest up,
it's an open confession
Of my life and obsession
With these motherfuckin' bitches,
pussy, drugs, and pistols
Want me money, make the world go round,
love will get you
That bitch will set you up,
and niggas com in' to get you
To pump your punk ass up
with that like a pencil
Might as well get your tissue,
cause your mama gon' miss you
Get too big for your bitches,
bet the cats get a visual
Catch him sniffin', slip the clip in,
and knock out his noodle
When he pull up at the stoplight,
hop out and shoot him
They blame it on my music,
the guns and violence
The dope, the fiends, the police officers
I live by a code, the code of silence
Freakin' on what you know will
get you niggas body
Homie let's get it right
You got the game all twisted up
Shorty bangin' hard for
that guap tryna live it up
Let's get it right
When it's drama we let
the hammers clap
Beats on every corner in the skies
where the cameras at
Let's get it right
We need answers to all the questions here
Pull out some liquor for your homie
from your bed
Homie we gotta get it right
This was the struggle and the
hustle bout
We drowning and we climbing
through the ghetto