I wake up, different day different shit Would the cops serve me some with shells Or hating niggas send a hit, so much ways i can go out No dought Living in a never ending hell, can i make it out and prevail I got 2 glocks on me, ready for the day death try to take me I aint going out that easy, shoot at a niggas before they see me If he looking sketchy, draw on a niggas like pacaso I got bodies to full a grave yard Poor souls prolly waiting in hell form Im from the belly of the beast, became a beast while surviving in these street But fuck i just put it behind me and head out Now im on the block, dabbing up all my niggas We four deep, been that way since 9th grade We slave to these streets, but every slave have dreams