Shits all fucked up

This shit gets deep

6 feet deep

Life is straight, strugglin', this shit strifin'

Just try to make a meal ticket



I never fucked off anyones paper

Stayed away from captain save

And I'll be down if I'm a busta perpatrator

Anyone fake

I gots to be major

But why in the fuck I got no luck

I pray to my maker

But I still end up gettin' stuck

But I ain't no punk

I have to maintain

A fat ass status, gots to have it

But I reach into my pockets

Blowin' out raps

God damnit I need to be lavish

But the system ain't feelin' me

They rather be killin' me

For some ol' bullshit in the first degree

Now really

I can't fall into trap

Or lose my life over snaps

So peep game

You mark ass langs

Find out what you bustas lack

The game is hard to find

When you imitate and fakin'

Lettin' the hood take you under

This shit be takin' and breakin'

Cause suckas say that they hard

Hard to recognize game

Wavin' that gat in my face

But you the one in the rain

I mantain to stay the same

Defend my life for my kids and wife

A squirrel ain't nothin' nice

You fumble you payin' the price

I smell the refers breathe

When my face is fat

Thats why I need a gat

For the fact that possible lacks I have to adapt

Shit like that

Got a motherfucker on paranoya

But some killas got a remedy

Old English and the Doja

Like nowhere this surround a fool

You won't drownd up in a sea of no-nos

When you can get caught up by hobos

Playa hatas and po-pos

You can't hear

When your head is underwater

Wake up motherfucker

Pull your suds and your dark

Life is strugglin'



[Chorus x4]

I know life is a struggle

But you still gotta hustle

6 million ways to bubble



I have to struggle to succeed

In a city that wants to take me

It's like they got the silver spoon

And them suckers they wanna take me

Go to jail or work for you

What else can I fuckin' do

Force me to deshrunk my side of ten rods

Then devils live cool

Ain't givin' a fuck

Ain't givin' a back

That's why they devilish

Sometimes I grab the gat

Cause all they do is make you wish 

You wonder why

The liqour stores surrounds the fuckin' pole

So you can't think I'm all shit

Like that makes Young Ren wanna even the scores

But if I fuck with them

What they gon' do to me

Clear the dirt on my name

With they authority

Just another ghetto story

Straight lost in the system

You can't afford free speech

So you better pay attention

Listen to the game I'm speakin' in your big ass head

Before life expectancy pronounces you dead

That's real with Doja Clik

Can't you feel



[Chorus x4]



Six million ways to get paid

And I ain't gon' break my back

Just know your gettin'

You know what I'm talkin' about

I don't know

But I got all just about to sport mine

Just be our for yours

Stop trippin' ex man

They mad me get all you paid

Na'ad mean

Straight business shit

Young Ren

Doja Clik

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