| It’s never sunny where I stay, I keep pushin' |
| Where would I be without the cherry’s and the kush’s |
| See I’m staring or they’re looking |
| See these cops are all crooked |
| They ran up in his house and they didn’t even book him |
| Found some kicks and they took em |
| I’m a bring you way back |
| A quarter ounce of candy on the plate |
| Weighing up sacks |
| It all changed so fast |
| A lot of friends went missing, dead or prison |
| Tell they kids that I miss em, manda listen |
| I’m a wish em all the best of luck |
| No dad in his life he keeps messing up, just like the rest of us |
| Struggle, nah I hustle hard |
| Big home and a couple cars |
| Rolled up kush, take a couple bars |
| Early morning flight to catch |
| I can’t fall asleep, phone ringing off the hook |
| Everybody wants a piece |
| Put my fam on and that’s it |
| My whole crew getting money now |
| That’s just how it is |
| Where would I be? |
| Without the money, without the plug |
| Without the shit that I learned on the streets so young |
| Without the game I probably wouldn’t be the same |
| Looking for a way out, but me I could never change |
| Where would I be? |
| Without the money, without the plug |
| Without the shit that I learned on the streets so young |
| Without the game I probably wouldn’t be the same |
| Looking for a way out, but me I could never change |
| Where would I be without my friends |
| That big ass benz |
| That party every night that just won’t end |
| When I’m down, will they still love me? |
| Or steal from me? |
| I don’t know but this road looks real ugly |
| Full plate, just ate but I’m still hungry |
| Young homie don’t play, he’ll kill for me |
| Remember when, way back then |
| When we first jumped in it just to make some ends |
| OG’s taught us the game |
| I was young doing anything just to get paid |
| When they came I was out of town getting my cake |
| Got the call that the police raided my place |
| It wasn’t in my name |
| If it wasn’t for E, I would have a case |
| I wouldn’t be here now looking at my daughters face |
| And life’s a trip, it’s funny how it works out |
| Jamie lost a kid, then Jamie got turned out |
| Where would I be? |
| Without the money, without the plug |
| Without the shit that I learned on the streets so young |
| Without the game I probably wouldn’t be the same |
| Looking for a way out, but me I could never change |
| Where would I be? |
| Without the money, without the plug |
| Without the shit that I learned on the streets so young |
| Without the game I probably wouldn’t be the same |
| Looking for a way out, but me I could never change |
| Where would I be? |