you know shits crazy,

you know shits crazy,when you can't tell family from foes,you know shits crazy,when you can't even trust your own baby moma,too straight up keep it real,when she straight up tells you that she only loves you,but you know that's a lie, cause you got pictures of her and your best friend, meeting at different motels rooms,you know shits crazy,when you out here taking prison chances just too get your money up too pay your fucking bills,you know shits crazy, when the fucking police and D.E.A. and fucking ran-up in your spot,cause one of your boys,and turned CI on you,and gave your whole gig up,now you got haters and man in black &blue, looking for you,you know shits crazy, when your own mom's,call you up on the phone,and saids that she only got a couple of months,too live,do to her having cancer on her brain,you know shits crazy,when you and your closet nigga,start beefing over your connect and all the money that you straight up making up in this hustle game, besides him,now you got another nigga,as your muthfucking enemy,now you got too straight up watch your back,shits crazy when you got another bitch on the side, fucking telling you that she got your baby on the way,you know shits crazy,when you steady,ducking and dodging all these so called BIG-OPS and enemies up in this here rap,rap,game,shits crazy man how this here traplyfe and hustle game,can switch up on you,just like changing lanes, it's a damn,damn, shame, that's this how it all ends, Chicago's six,you know that this life can fuck throw you for loop up in this here rap,rap,game,