Ah, what's up man? (What up Ali?)
Ah, you still standing on this motherfuckin corner?
Shit ain't you 30 years old, motherfucker?

Ah, so when I pick up the microphone I know what I'm sayin'
Wasn't long ago was facin' the same situation
Carpet got ripped from me pacin'
The rent's a month late, ain't shit on the way, I'm straight prayin'
Ends don't meet unless you make 'em
The people don't eat unless you scrape and you see they ain't playin
Corner store credit is way thin'
The World got it's way of weighin' on your shoulders, it's degradin'
It's like we got frowns tattooed on our faces
The school's ain't savin' our new generation
Stare at our kids, they need a paradigm shift
The paradox is that parents aren't shit
Why you got cable? Your life is not stable
Lights not paid for, Nikes on layaway though
It's like we wanna look good while we drownin'
Should grab a paddle and scrap our way out

[Chorus: x2]
Life's not a good when you livin' it like this
Leave your lane for a minute, you might flip
It's like chains on your neck with a tight grip
Use your brain in this shit and you might live

While you in the drug game, my hustle got another name
You dyin', makin' somebody rich, it's the fuckin' same
So quick to call a square job, Brother lame
Truth be told, you might wanna choose another lane
Yeah I'm bussin' 'til my bitch ass drop
You on the corner, pushin' them bitch ass rocks
And yes I'm gettin' sweated by my bitch ass boss
Your ass steady runnin' from them bitch ass cops
This shit don't stop, the game ain't new
The pen's full of dudes who thought the same shit too
That city is a blind fold, here to keep your eyes closed
Sell your crack and it's all dough and fly clothes
Shit ain't nothin' like "The Sopranos"
Real talk, you're probably better off at McDonald's
Rappers all say they went from hustlin' to rhymin'
But look, everybody say the other one's a liar

[Chorus]

Man, fuck you Brother Ali
You always runnin' your mouth
Just 'cause you got that rap shit cool
Man we on these streets motherfucker
Get out here and see how it is

It don't matter about me rappin', my ass is still scratchin'
Some day, I'm a be the "yo, remember back when?"
While I'm hear I got to really make it happen
Try to have emergency landing, instead of crashin'
Fuck sayin' I've been here, brother I am here
Might not live here this year but I still care
Not talkin' down to you, straight to you
No player hater my dude, it's plain true
Gotta live like don't nobody love you but you
As long as your blood move, tragedy could touch you
Struggle ain't nothin' new, cards ain't gonna always land how you want
'em too
Fuck it though, thug it through
Can't give up, as much as you'd love to
There's certain shit as a man we must do
You God damn right they made it like this
But I ain't tryin' to wait for the day they might fix

[Chorus]

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, KAREN SCHAUBEN PUBLISHING ADMINISTRATION, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Alexander Crawford Noyes, Gregory Robert Garbowsky, John Lloyd Taylor, Joseph Adam Jonas, Nicholas Jerry Jonas, Paul Kevin Jonas