Look I was tryna be good trynna be the best But how I’m supposed be great when niggas want me dead or when I’m fucking stressed questions filling up my head You can tell that I’m stressed Am I alive or am I dead These thoughts in my head got me close to the edge It gets cold in these streets so I always keep a vest Niggas plotting on me so you know I keep a tech If u know me well then you should know that I’m real tell me how you feel bout me homie just keep it real I will never take a plea I will never take a deal it’s my freedom or death I won’t take nothin less these drugs got me active I gotta catch my breath They took juice and took X who they takin next I ain’t get to say bye to you mom and it’s sum I regret And I ain’t got no friends so I’d be better off dead I’m done wit all the bullshit guys I’m goin to bed