(Pull up Mingus, we gon´ slide)
(Yanabu, what´s good?)

Ayy (Ayy), bless the streets, they look at me, I leave ´em somethin´ to follow

From the wicked inside like Nardo, duckin´ potholes and the hollows
Never breaking gang tie codes, you disrespect, I chase you home
Been in the streets for way too long, from burglaries to flippin´ low (What´s good?)

Tossin´, turnin´, missin´ sleep, that´s just the cost of love
Go all in on artillery, bought a stash for all my thugs
Street lights on, I ain´t made it home ´cause I´m too busy sellin´ drugs on the corner with big cuh
Guess I was raised to be a thug
´Cause what else was I supposed to be?
I ain´t got shit for a nigga don´t like, better have that bag and the clip of heat

Can´t never lack, keep chrome with me
Just look in my eyes and you can see that I been tired
Clutchin´ my iron like, "Would you ride"?
Ain´t no response, just shots firin´

I ain´t been sleeping, I been thinking, ain´t been eating but I ain´t cryin´
It´s a lot been on my mind, too deep in the streets for time
Youngin´ throwing up my sign and niggas dyin´ for what´s behind that
Asked God for a sign, he sent a blood check like, "Sign that"
Told killer, "What´s the business playin´? You gon´ get paid? Where your mind at?"
Man told me he don´t really want for nothin´, he gon´ steady drill to get where I´m at

Rollin´ dope while the time pass, having vison, countin´ fifty
Thuggin´ bad with my dog ass, never fuck with y´all´s ass
I don´t even wanna carry cash, swipe the Visa, clear the tab
Everything on cruise control, I´m working hard, might grow some abs
I´m in the lab, prefect the craft
I knock the boy down with a jab
Since I was young, ain´t fuck around, they fuck with me and I burn ´em down (Let´s do it, let´s do it)

Tossin´, turnin´, missin´ sleep, that´s just the cost of love
Go all in on artillery, bought a stash for all my thugs

Street lights on, I ain´t made it home ´cause I´m too busy sellin´ drugs on the corner with big cuh
Guess I was raised to be a thug
´Cause what else was I supposed to be?
I ain´t got shit for a nigga don´t like, better have that bag and the clip of heat
Can´t never lack, keep chrome with me
Just look in my eyes and you can see that I been tired
Clutchin´ my iron like, "Would you ride"?
Ain´t no response, just shots firin´