(What you learn in jail you can't learn
In the street that's learnin patients
I just finished doin 10 years up north
I just came home from doin 10 years
I done did 10 years staight I
Went in 16 came home 26
I Gave the system about 15 years of my life
I gave these crackers man 17
Years of my life man
The prison system gave me 15 to
Life and I gave'em back 10)

God forgive me for my worldly ways
Hit the street at a early age tryn
To come up off the pearly yay
The late nights to the early days all
A nigga knew is street life
Young G's beneth the street lights try
Not to catch street strikes
You better run you see
Police lights these nights (Squala)
I'm hated by few loved by many
Getttin faded with the crew
Gettin buzzed off henny
Now the liquer got my mind runnin
They say we ballin but the times runnin so
I'm tryin to beat the shot clock
Winter time heated seats on the drop top
Dinner time we gone eat when the block hot
Shit well who gone stop us A grew
Of mobsters and we lueger poppers
Till we subdued by coppers
Loyalty is everything so all my niggas know
They can call on me for anything
(I served 10 years straight up
Um in them 10 years
I lost everything I loved my pops my moms
Can you just imagine goin to jail
In 1989 and them tellin you
Your release date is on febuary
2004 that Shit is crazy
I gave the prison system a decade
10 years of my life)

I can't call it cause I might spoil
It I'm two sips from being alcoholic
In my hood that the nights
Chourus and this toast goes
To lifes losses and all my
Soilders livin life lawless
Not worried what it might cost
Us And fuck the
Price brought us vvs on white flawless ain't
Nothin fresher than my white
Forces more than white
Forces they on our back like christ crosses
I'm extra large due to success
Try to nail me for
A weapon charge due to my rep try tell me
Take a plea bargin fuck it so I tell'em take
That plea bargin shove it and Fuck the chip
It's like the worlds on my
Shoulders we cop bricks and
Mix the girl with the soda sit it the
Pot let twirl with the water if you got a
Weak stomach you might hurl from the odor

(We were just bad to the bone we were
Gangsta so we never did get a chance
To prove to anybody how much good we
Had inside of us all they heard
About was how drive bys and how many guns
And how much dope we had so
They never gave us the chance to figure
Out what was good about us)

You ani't got tell me about
Ccomin from nothin cause
I know were livin in the fast lane my
Nigga sometimes it gets slow yeah
Heard that we be hustlen tryin to make it
But steady strugglin
But you ain't gotta tell me about
Comin from nothin cause I know

There's a war goin on outside no man is safe
Watch the snitches cause they close by
And tell my niggas keep there hopes high
I got vision goin multi
My eye sight is like 20
20 and hine sights like 20 20
And limelight is every bit of envy
Watch the snakes cause they gettin friendly
Watch the jakes cause they tryin to end me

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Graham O'brien, MOLLY DEAN