[Verse 1]

Whether you red or blue

Possession of weapons and drugs is federal

It's all good until they sentence you

And then you catch a quick 25

I got respect if you left the get-money life

I met a nice cat who did a dime flat

Told him, "they just got me for a dime stack"

Now it ain't nothing that I can't grind back

But I want my dime and all my motherfuckin' time back

I'mma fight that but still my life's up in air

I'm left without a choice I have to not fucking care

There's nothing like a cell where nothing's there

But if they knew everything, they'd give me the fucking chair

Yeah, and I don't act like I'm unaware

When they roll me up, it's not like I'm unprepared

No, I don't have drugs in my underwear

These cops search and seize, giving me the third degree

But you searchin me pervertedly... you a faggot pig

Hands in my pockets like, "what's this?" ... that's my dick

Go ahead, grab my drawers

No, that's NOT a gun, that's my balls

What the fuck? People die for priding rags

So you can't front, you can only hide behind a badge

So don't be surprised when they driving by and blast

Yeah, you try to take it back

But now it's...

[Verse 2]

Motherfuckers getting pistol-whipped like Chauncy

I had to move out my mama's crib and live with my auntie

I got scars, I got burns like Monty

These guns ain't toys, and the crew ain't Motley

You can have fear in your heart, they'll tear you apart

Like Nas said: beef... where does it start?

Places where long-standing feuds at

We do not have to shoot cats, we got peoples on hand to do that

We earn chances for ourselves and piss it (?)

These wounds are self-inflicted, I think of everyone innocent

Ever held in prison, the people in there

With no one outside their cell to visit

When we were kids we all thought we'd be on television

Now we repent in fear of being sent to hell for sinning

But we won't

I used to think money would buy happiness but... money don't

And cats go crazy for some honeycomb

25 to life, it's a wrap like mummy bones

Kids don't think their life matters

And they need to change they flight pattern

And they need to start to think about the life after

I would never take somebody's life for this bread

But for the fam, I would do life in the feds

My homie's on the block just hustlin', poppin' bubbly

Those motherfuckers came through and shot his cousin

So now it's...