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(12 Hunna on the beat)
(DY Krazy)
When you wake up off them pills, that feeling terrible
The worst thing to be known is when they scared of you
And they gon' laugh right in your face when they ahead of you
And to be technical, that shit we do is federal
Holding tear backs from this life, it's so unbearable
You a copycat, that's not lean, that's Theraflu
I'ma jump from the top of my money with a parachute
And who you look up to a ho, I wouldn't dare salute
I keep taking care of my killers, they wouldn't care to shoot
I got your address from a bitch, that's for a pair of shoes
You got a text like, "He got hit," that shit be scary news
They told me, "Get up out the streets, you can go back to school"
My life hurts so bad
Thinking 'bout if you was here, what kinda life you would have
Nowadays, the way we live, we live our life on the edge
Nowadays, the way we live, you would die if you scared, uh
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
Nobody put fear in us
I put real life inside this music, they not hearing us
I know what's real, I had some real killers tearing up
I did all I can for 'em, they not sincere enough
They stopped believing me way back then, they can't cheer with us, mmm-mmm
It get treacherous, that's why they don't mention us
Why you holding onto a snitch? Just give that victim up
They can't take care us alone, that's why they cliquing up
They told me to go pop and give the trenches up
I said fuck that shit, four killers inside a Bentley truck
It would've been five, but one of them died, his soul was given up
Wish I talked to him on the last call, told him live it up
Where the love? Mmm, where the love?
You know it's tiring tryna clean blood from a rug
You know it's tiring watchin' my back and duckin' slugs
I know two robbers said they tired of sticking up
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life