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[Verse 1] Hate looking promise but debt put they sip and it's kinda drastic Mama's get to sleep cause she vision me in the casket Black say he cursed somehow I feel like he passed it Now I hit the hood with the K and a piece of plastic Both of my sisters gone, how the fuck is this shit another night Right up to the just and my brother that do a couple life I know I'm supposed to be grateful, that never made me hate For looking at my down on the table condition wouldn't state But told them bring them back, but the doctor told me they were't able Walk with me I show you a movie, that shit you see on cable They found my homie mama murdered, face inside a bible He was basicly in the feel, now he suicidal Damn, looking at my son I only think to stay instead of thinking what could end the worse I only think to break Cause where I'm from they tell me all gangsters go got a thing Before I live and crash my dreams, I'm a fly the ground [Hook x2] Always a go down, always a show down I'm on the up and up, cause niggas is low now I be fucking up, pray to God that I slow down But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down [Verse 2] Ah, I know that the fans listen From the hood to Hollywood it's a transition SongtexteFace under my hood just like a transmission Grants the ambition I recall reeling up and the grand missing Mom Christian, father was a black spade Uncle funeral probly cause of a black gauge I rap I'm paid and they well jealous They almost got me, I shot 3 dell allish I'm from the hood, medicate infidelis If Fred afraid then tell us, until that Well money murda I'm about that And they about it too, I'm tryina stay focused God forgive me what I'm bout to do I know more people in a coma, than diplomas The gunpowder aroma with Corona's on the corner Well I play the stoop and then I spray de deuce Niggas lie my homie Trae The Truth [Hook x2] Always a go down, always a show down I'm on the up and up, cause niggas is low now I be fucking up, pray to God that I slow down But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down [Verse 3] Am I addicted to pain? We stumble in the sun But we never slip in the rains Is insanity sane? Is I cray when higher arrive, now it's that bad Rolling a blunt but exhalin' a black cloud When I die, don't cry nigga, laugh loud 21 guns salute with a mask And the mask crowd shooter in the horker But I don't wanna charge all so Take off my pain as the emcee of the all feel Brother gone, father gone Couple of the homies gone Time flying and I'm ready to get my lonely on I wanna see time fly with the rollie on Sorta like the blood in the crypt, mixed with the Corleone South African warrior blood, in my veins With them Rio warrior bars in my brains With a tormented soul, to all my niggas roll with the cars and the gold Of the money to grow old, yeah [Hook x2] Always a go down, always a show down I'm on the up and up, cause niggas is low now I be fucking up, pray to God that I slow down But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down Aus Songtexte Mania