[Produced by AraabMuzik]

[Verse]

Long ride with the 45 he ain’t bust it (na)

Traffic jam

Got cousin paranoid

Sirens coming (yuh)

Glass half full

Not empty

I’m sippin sumn

Pocket full of money

Just hit the lick cus he hungry

Fuck it

If they pull em over he goin out

Like Cleo

Lettin off torpedos

Roll the dice

Life C-LO

Gotta risk it to win it

Gotta bitch blowin my line over due for the dick and

I think her best friend pregnant

Sayin the chirren is mine

But the fuck is they kidn

I only fucked her one time..

My Mama rent over due

My little brother runnin wild

Couldn’t control what he do

I used to tell em be safe

Knowin the city full of hate

These niggas know that they fake

These bitches know they ain’t solid

If you ain’t gettin no money

These people foldin like wallets

So I just keep gettin profit

But I ain’t say much bout it

Like where I been? while y’all was lyin on my name I was grindin

Like where I been?

Oh, I was flyin on a plane to an island

Like Where was friends when I needed em?

Shit I always had josh

And then I met Christian Lace, nigga

I grew up with Maudi

And Rest In Peace to Carey Webster!

Can’t believe we lost tommy!

(Can’t believe we lost tommy!)

They say the good die young

I guess my soul really rotten..

In the field (NFL)

Still slaves

Just ain’t picking no cotton

Dawg my mind been made up

I can’t work for nobody

[Hook]

This ain’t the life we chose my nigga

This just the life he wrote

And so I write my wrongs

I put the plight in songs my nigga

Cus this is the life I own

This ain’t the life we chose my nigga

This just the life he wrote

And so I write my wrongs

I put the plight in songs my nigga

Cus this is the life I own

(Prolems, problems, prolems, prolems, prolems)