| You can see the lights from the new moon, once every blue moon | 
| Twice every two noons, life in the grow room | 
| (Smoke) Lala | 
| (Drink) Love | 
| (Live) Life | 
| (Think) Loyalty | 
| (Smoke) Gangtime | 
| (Drink) Mafia | 
| (Live) Whatever | 
| (Think) Let’s get | 
| Ain’t nuthin promised to a nigga but the | 
| And I came back, so I hit the and took a drink | 
| For my hitters in the bing and my critters in the grave | 
| Higher than a motherfucker reminiscing in the days | 
| On the times in the gutter, when my man went cluttered | 
| I remember it like yesterday, that was the days | 
| Now we live in a age, it’s legal to own a gage | 
| And killers is underaged, so you can’t put your vest away | 
| Cause ten years today, we was on haze | 
| When my nigga got grazed from a stray when it ricochet | 
| Went to his rib-cage and it struck a vein | 
| As he bled out, the blood ran down the drain | 
| As I ran out the house, see my nigga lay | 
| Middle of the street, letter T, number seven | 
| Saw the look in his face, my face expression changed | 
| He in a better place, so in his name i’ma | 
| (Smoke) Gettin money | 
| (Drink) Stay on the block | 
| (Live) We punch on the time clock | 
| (Smoke) on a scale | 
| (Drink) Stayin outta jail | 
| (Live) We livin' off the wall | 
| No promise for tomorrow | 
| Yo look | 
| I don’t get along with these niggas, maybe something wrong with me | 
| I trust none of these niggas, they all out to get me | 
| I calculate my moves, before I step foot | 
| Why would I trust you? | 
| I don’t know you that good | 
| But I never live like a scary nigga | 
| I step to my demons, I don’t hop for them niggas | 
| When you get to know me, you learn I’m a wild boy | 
| Ever since I was a kid, I knew my voice | 
| Would be heard worldwide if I told my story | 
| Cause everybody love a good underdog story | 
| I was the runt nobody wanted | 
| Little sick skinny puppy who the world disregarded | 
| I wasn’t supposed to live this long | 
| But god showed a little favor it is a for the lord | 
| And blessed me with the gift of pain | 
| And that pain made me who I am today | 
| That’s why I smoke, drink, live, think very deeply | 
| My philosophy today is | 
| Fuck the world and don’t ask me for shit | 
| And anything you get you gotta work hard for it | 
| You can see the lights from the new moon, once every blue moon | 
| Twice every two noons, life in the grow room | 
| You can see the lights from the new moon, once every blue moon | 
| Twice every two noons, life in the grow room | 
| (Smoke) Lala | 
| (Drink) Love | 
| (Live) Life | 
| (Think) Loyalty | 
| (Smoke) Gangtime | 
| (Drink) Mafia | 
| (Live) Whatever | 
| (Think) Let’s get |