[Wicket]

I got my Viper ready to kill a nigga

Standin in my drop with my fingers on my muthafuckin trigger,uh

This shit is real in this game you gots to pack your steel

I can remember sellin rocks on the fuckin hill

I steady keep it cause I'm silent

Because these niggas in the street 

All they thinkin about is violence

Jackin your ass for your muthafuckin grip son

I got my .9 package come get you some

Niggas get large or straight hoe-out

But a nigga like the wicked murder (name) will blow your brains out

Leavin your ass in the gutter

Everytime I look up I been approached by an undercover

Tryin to make a fuckin drug trade

But I'm too damn smart 

That's how them wickedest nigga stay his pay

My homie died at a early age

Since he was black he never made the front page

Left a son and a pregnant wife

That's just another fact in these facts of life



[Chorus]

These are the facts of life

These are the facts of life



[Nino]

Sippin my grip just smokin on some weed

I'm thinkin about the nigga [name] rob for some keeps

My only trade is sellin dope

So fuck a job and these muthafuckin white folks

My mama always fussin at me (why?)

I never had a education now I G.E.D.

Keep sayin take your ass to trick

Before a craze muthafucka like myself wind up in a hearse

Now I'm in jail I got a bail

Them muthafuckas trudged me with a cell

So I did four years in the county

Listenin to these pussy-ass securities

Stressin me depressin they sendin me crazy

That's just a modern day slavery



[Chorus]

These are the facts of life

These are the facts of life



[Wicket]

Back at your ass with these muthafuckin facts of life

I pack a .9 nigga you pack a pocket knife

My younger brother's in the pen again (why that?)

Cause he was sleepin with four ki's in his fuckin benz

Took everything the nigga owned

But before he went down he gave me love and his Herringbone

So now I'm all alone 

The closest friend I got is my fuckin chrome

I'm ready for the drama

I'm in so deep can't even go to see my own mama

And it's hard to survive 

When I look at my son I see tears fall from his eyes

My little boy needs diapers 

My only thoughts of income is jackin niggas with my chrome Viper

I often reminisce 

Thinkin to myself how did I end up like this

But I try to live right

And everytime I tried I got fucked by the facts of life



[Chorus: till end]

These are the facts of life

These are the facts of life