To all the killaz and the hundred dollar billers

To all the killaz and the hundred dollar billers what’s up

To all the killaz in the streets trying eat what’s up

To all the killaz trying get out of this life, it’s rough

It's rough, man

Air it out

What you talking bout

Semi automatics

All they care about

Grind hard

This the life

Red or blue flag

Start rolling dice

This the way

My only option

Got to flip dollars

Never be a doctor

Unless it’s all about the pharmaceuticals

Can bag or tag anything you need me too

Go to school

Shit I need a job

Ferrari’s and the Lambos

All we talk about

Education

Parents tell us bout it

Doesn’t mean that we need it

We can live without it

Byproducts of the systematic

Living active

Catch fire

From a nigga always living static

Man it’s relevant

Even though you hesitant

Real life

Not a game

Better figure out ya lane

To all the killaz and the hundred dollar billers what’s up

To all the killaz in the streets trying eat what’s up

To all the killaz trying get out of this life, it’s rough

It's rough, man

Ground zero

Welcome back

Man it’s catastrophic

Man Rashad lost his chest

From that sawn-off

Gloves on

What you thinking

Shit it’s so wrong

This everyday out here bruh

Shit its game on

Not saying that’s it glorious work

Got to convert

Starving

Maybe dying of thirst

This ain’t the worst place

Or the best either

You stay alert

Cuz you used to the gun powde

Sour

Taste it man

On every hour

Got wolves out here

They devour

If you the prey

Better pray

Everyday

Or decide where you lay

Man these kill never play

Man it ain’t a game

What you thinking

You be rolling down easy lane

Never mane

Shit it’s crazy how we living life

Cause tomorrow’s never promised

Our minds just tarnished

All we see is darkness, uh

To all the killaz and the hundred dollar billers what’s up

To all the killaz in the streets trying eat what’s up

To all the killaz trying get out of this life, it’s rough

It's rough, man