Back on my rap shit, sounds coming out the trenches This ain't Toys R Us, we ain't goin outta business Where I reside, life's a struggle, real killas carry them switches They'll flick ya life from on to off, turn you into R.I.P tattoos and stickers Everyone rock the same shit, real thugs rob big drippers Hands like Shaq, they carry that Real Steel, big grippers Like Cassidy said, bars are back Will from West, Chris lucky all he got was a smack You violate, hitman ill take ya life for only a couple racks Do a crime, red and blue lights go off, run like you motherfuckin Usain on a track Cops don't need a reason to kill, don't protect us so we gotta stay strapped Can't wear nice things cuz we know we'll get jacked And if you get robbed, 9 times outta 10 they killin you, double tap I'm not in the streets but I seen enough shit to know Learned and adapted cuz I ain't have nowhere else to go My other family members moved, never called, let they true colors show Grew up fast, in these trenches you die if you slow Yup, bars are back bitch Try not to do crimes but if I'm questioned I'll never snitch Cuz if you snitch they'll kill you and ya family Gotta keep my mom safe, coulda been easier for her to leave me alone, she never abandoned me