Different day, same shit, ain’t nothing good in the hood,
I’d run away from this bitch and never come back, if I could.
I live this life at a pace that anyone can go.
Know your place, and dedicate your role
…To the faith that you’ll die alone
I’m Ready to Die without a Reasonable Doubt
Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out.
Until they sign my Death Certificate, All Eyez on Me
I’m still at it, Illmatic, and that’s The Documentary.
…Not to mention, I take authority horribly.
Fuck a job, nigga, that conversation just bores me.
Every little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
Cause he just like Gucci, born in the trap.
Now I’m a veteran, spit a 16 sixteen ways,
Sixteen in a clip, spit it 16 ways.
I know six teens, pull up to a sweet sixteen and spray.
I’m like sixteen Jays, but the beat I can manage,
So every Sweet 16 is like Duke and Kansas.