these niggas gott pray pray b4 the turn prey pray b4 they lay, pray b4 their moms gotta pay funeral arrangements because they couldn't obey the rules of the streets,how hard does that pressure weigh that you couldn't stay away,made other niggas come your way think you could run their block like rashied staggie you get sent away erased like cholk on the board thats how fast niggas get forgeten holding that glock acting tough like a rock running from the cops because if you get caught,you get locked it's pretty clear you wasn't taught that if you live by the gun you die by the gun living by the code now you gotta do life in a jail cell cause you didn't wanna tell even about you death you died for the gang all the drugs and gun violence got the hood condemned vlakfontein is not the same no more swear it's living hell remember how hard steve biko & chris hani bent they died in contend trying amend a better living for the blacks but damn, it's black on black attacks don't you get it,if we work together wr can make more racks these niggas do slaughter house i prefer my will house sticks to what you think is best for the game you wanna play,only you can control how it play out i wonder what will happen when drip run out & there's drought the drug is something you can't run without all that chasing clout,we currently don't know your where about when you claim to have changed people hit you with a doubt now you down & out i swear when reality kicks in you will sober up come to realize that you thought you had the best life until it's lights out