[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]

Ain't nothin' promised but death, but accepting it's kinda drastic

Momma scared to sleep, cause she visioned me in a casket

Black, say he cursed, somehow I feel like he past it

Now I hit the hood with a K and a piece of plastic

Most of my sisters gone; how the fuck is this shit apart of life?

Right after the judge send me brother to do a couple lives

I know I'm supposed to be grateful; the devil made me hateful

Lookin' at my dog on the table; condition wasn't stable

Told 'em "bring him back", but the doctor told me they wasn't able

Walk with me; I'll show you a movie, that shit you see on cable

They found my homie momma murdered, face inside her Bible

He was destined for NFL, now he suicidal

Damn; lookin' at my son, I only think to stay

Instead of thinkin' "what could make it worse?", I only think to pray

Cause where I'm from, they tell me all gangstas gon' die the same

Before I let 'em crash my dreams, I'mma fly like a plane

[Hook: Styles P]

Always a go-down, always a showdown

I'm on an up-and-up, cause niggas is low-down

I be fuckin' up, pray to God that I slow down

But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down

Always a go-down, always a showdown

I'm on an up-and-up, cause niggas is low-down

I be fuckin' up, pray to God that I slow down

But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down

[Verse 2: Fred Da Godson]

I know the fans listen

From the hood to Hollywood; it's a transition

Face under my hood, just like a transmission

Grams to ambition; I recall re'n-up and a gram missin'

Mom Christian; father was a black spade

Uncle funeral parlor cause of a black gauge

I rap, I'm paid, and they well jealous

They almost got me, I shot three

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I'm from the hood, medicate [?]

If Fred afraid, then tell us; doubt that

Well money, murder, I'm 'bout that

And they about it, too

I'm tryin' stay focused, God forgive me what I'm 'bout to do

I know more people in a coma than diplomas

The gun powder aroma, with Coronas on the corner

Well, I play the stoop, and then i spray the deuce

Niggas lie; my homie Trae the truth

[Hook: Styles P]

Always a go-down, always a showdown

I'm on an up-and-up, cause niggas is low-down

I be fuckin' up, pray to God that I slow down

But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down

Always a go-down, always a showdown

I'm on an up-and-up, cause niggas is low-down

I be fuckin' up, pray to God that I slow down

But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down

[Verse 3: Styles P]

Am I addicted to pain?

We'll stumble in the sun, but we'll never slip in the rain

Is insanity sane?

I pray when I'm high or I ride; now is that foul?

Blowin' a blunt, but I'm exhalin' a black cloud

When I die, don't cry, nigga, laugh loud

Twenty-one gun salute with a mask, in a masked crowd

Shooter and the horker

But I don't wanna charger or sin

Take out my pain as the MC or the author

Brother gone, father gone, couple of the homies gone

Time flyin', I'm ready to get my lonely on

I wanna see time fly with the Rolly on

Sort of like a Blood and Crip, mixed with the Corleone

South African warrior blood, in my veins

With them Y-O, warrior bars, in my brains

With a tormented soul

'Til all my niggas roll with the cars, and the gold, and the money to grow old

[Hook: Styles P]

Always a go-down, always a showdown

I'm on an up-and-up, cause niggas is low-down

I be fuckin' up, pray to God that I slow down

But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down

Always a go-down, always a showdown

I'm on an up-and-up, cause niggas is low-down

I be fuckin' up, pray to God that I slow down

But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down