It was a hood like day Natural gun play That nigga didn't deserve to die that way I feel his mama's pain because she's the one that prays everyday My day one homies smoking cocaine Cut them off we don't even talk yeah it go like that he can't come to my crib there's some things he might take Only if I look away What's happening to the game All the real niggas are lame Ain't no bitch I can claim Coz all these females be fake I took a step back I had to study my mistakes and go on faith Coz my mama's prayers ain't gon buy us no stake I swallow the hate and go harder for a bigger case The pen shall not stop this is just warm up Long stairs on my come up but it's still alright