[00:00.27]As I grew
[00:01.05]I would see them my comrades
[00:03.15]In corridors, grouped in 2's and 3's and 4's
[00:07.74]Sharing a blunt, talking, cursing, fighting
[00:11.01]Sometimes weeping, lost
[00:13.38]And it seemed to be no way what'soever
[00:15.36]To remove this cloud that stood between them and the sun
[00:19.62]Between them and love
[00:21.33]We all took losses, workers, the hood bosses9 to 5'ers, drug dealers, the hood wor*******p... that could have went to the league
[00:29.40]But they whole game went to the *******
[00:31.71]Little girl trapped in the crib off this...
[00:34.59]Some older nigger had her pinned in a...
[00:36.81]She was used to them rebox
[00:38.55]But he got them winds that keep spinning when the v stop
[00:41.97]So when the v stop, she stop
[00:43.86]He got right... her little daughter needs socks
[00:47.61]And the grandmother need rock
[00:49.41]Cause she a victim of these street blocks
[00:51.39]The hood is a wall and it's not made of sheet rocks
[00:54.06]It's made of project bricks, elevate is full of project piss
[00:57.57]Incinerators is the project snitch
[00:59.58]That's where you find all... checks... cause this malcolm ain't paid the rent checks
[01:05.10]Damn right
[01:05.67]I like the life
[01:06.45]I liveWell the going it's kinda rough hey
[01:09.24]Cause I went from negative to positive x 2
[01:22.71]And it's all what?
[01:23.97]And it's all good
[01:26.19]The first and the third like chris******as in the projects
[01:28.86]That we use food stamps to buy edible objects
[01:31.38]Man the hood is a trap
[01:32.85]While my man can't read but he good with a mac,
[01:35.55]You figure it out
[01:36.78]Why my aunt and my cousin had to live on a couch... came back from the storm, couldn't get in his house... my little homie buying ******* 20 a pot
[01:50.25]Not to sell in, inhale...
[01:55.56]We got him... lifting the heaviest box
[01:58.38]All the ladies in that lotto playing numbers, they was dreaming
[02:01.11]They playing them so long, when they hit them they break even
[02:03.96]Too many of us out in this world that ain't eating
[02:06.45]The problems we trying to make excuse is a great reason
[02:09.84]Damn right
[02:10.38]I like the life
[02:11.16]I liveWell the going it's kinda rough hey
[02:14.55]Cause I went from negative to positive x 2
[02:23.01]And it's all what?
[02:23.43]And it's all good
[02:30.60]The going get mighty rough, doors keep falling shut
[02:33.57]Bills you can't ignore them but you know the piling up
[02:36.24]Police round us up, authorities hard to trust
[02:39.03]And they ain't slowing up until you're inside the cuffs
[02:41.70]Act us if the human rights don't apply to us
[02:44.43]Throw us in front of the judge, load us on a bus
[02:47.13]We escape the maze and the poetry that we buss
[02:49.71]The rap industry, ******, ain't nobody signing us
[02:52.62]A lot of daddies ain't here to show us how to love
[02:55.14]We learn it from the radio, of course it's not enough
[02:57.90]And listen to the soundtrack our homies growing up
[03:00.60]Boys in love with strippers and shawty want a thug
[03:03.36]When you know you stuck, running short on love
[03:06.06]Oven door open to warm the apar******ent up
[03:08.55]The baby start to fuss, you know when times are rough
[03:11.40]The only thing for certain, is you cannot give up
[03:13.71]When... gone that kinda rough,
[03:15.18]I was moving all kind of stuff
[03:16.68]Grinding to find a buck, fiends never goodbye enough
[03:19.20]Them bills kept piling up, the haters would try their luck
[03:21.93]So at night
[03:22.56]I'd have to fire while running and try to duck
[03:24.57]Them... inside the truck with my name inside them cuffs... my team was fly as ******, on roof
[03:33.18]I would try to pluck
[03:34.11]I ain't give a flying ****** man
[03:35.46]I'm gutter
[03:36.24]My daddy left my mother, no sisters no brothers
[03:38.49]No inspiration, just calculating... hoping
[03:42.18]I'd slip up, on a pick up... serving his moms...
[03:54.30]I feel better in this studio just murdering tracks for real
[03:57.51]Damn right
[03:58.26]I like the life
[03:59.79]I liveTimes
[04:00.27]I gotta smile just to hide my tears
[04:02.61]Struggle made me wise, be on my heels
[04:05.34]I hussle to survive just for my kids x 2
[04:31.86]Well the going it's kinda rough hey.

As I grew
I would see them my comrades
In corridors, grouped in 2's and 3's and 4's
Sharing a blunt, talking, cursing, fighting
Sometimes weeping, lost
And it seemed to be no way what'soever
To remove this cloud that stood between them and the sun
Between them and love
We all took losses, workers, the hood bosses9 to 5'ers, drug dealers, the hood wor*******p... that could have went to the league
But they whole game went to the *******
Little girl trapped in the crib off this...
Some older nigger had her pinned in a...
She was used to them rebox
But he got them winds that keep spinning when the v stop
So when the v stop, she stop
He got right... her little daughter needs socks
And the grandmother need rock
Cause she a victim of these street blocks
The hood is a wall and it's not made of sheet rocks
It's made of project bricks, elevate is full of project piss
Incinerators is the project snitch
That's where you find all... checks... cause this malcolm ain't paid the rent checks
Damn right
I like the life
I liveWell the going it's kinda rough hey
Cause I went from negative to positive x 2
And it's all what?
And it's all good
The first and the third like chris******as in the projects
That we use food stamps to buy edible objects
Man the hood is a trap
While my man can't read but he good with a mac,
You figure it out
Why my aunt and my cousin had to live on a couch... came back from the storm, couldn't get in his house... my little homie buying ******* 20 a pot
Not to sell in, inhale...
We got him... lifting the heaviest box
All the ladies in that lotto playing numbers, they was dreaming
They playing them so long, when they hit them they break even
Too many of us out in this world that ain't eating
The problems we trying to make excuse is a great reason
Damn right
I like the life
I liveWell the going it's kinda rough hey
Cause I went from negative to positive x 2
And it's all what?
And it's all good
The going get mighty rough, doors keep falling shut
Bills you can't ignore them but you know the piling up
Police round us up, authorities hard to trust
And they ain't slowing up until you're inside the cuffs
Act us if the human rights don't apply to us
Throw us in front of the judge, load us on a bus
We escape the maze and the poetry that we buss
The rap industry, ******, ain't nobody signing us
A lot of daddies ain't here to show us how to love
We learn it from the radio, of course it's not enough
And listen to the soundtrack our homies growing up
Boys in love with strippers and shawty want a thug
When you know you stuck, running short on love
Oven door open to warm the apar******ent up
The baby start to fuss, you know when times are rough
The only thing for certain, is you cannot give up
When... gone that kinda rough,
I was moving all kind of stuff
Grinding to find a buck, fiends never goodbye enough
Them bills kept piling up, the haters would try their luck
So at night
I'd have to fire while running and try to duck
Them... inside the truck with my name inside them cuffs... my team was fly as ******, on roof
I would try to pluck
I ain't give a flying ****** man
I'm gutter
My daddy left my mother, no sisters no brothers
No inspiration, just calculating... hoping
I'd slip up, on a pick up... serving his moms...
I feel better in this studio just murdering tracks for real
Damn right
I like the life
I liveTimes
I gotta smile just to hide my tears
Struggle made me wise, be on my heels
I hussle to survive just for my kids x 2
Well the going it's kinda rough hey.