(feat. Smoke (of Complexion)) 



[Tommy Gibbs] 

Like the seasons change, we go thru things 

It's thug love, there's no type of love without pain 

Few who trust, cats that you know gon' bust 

We was fine till the streets studio gon nuts 

We hemned up, livin the hand delt 

Hold port, trying not to get caught and pinned up 

Live the same life, same drama, same trife 

I be that same nigga, same trigga, same knife 

We been thru it, shit, we used to it 

Real shit, lot of my niggas, ain't lived thru it 

Stare downs, throw downs and spent round 

Bent, don't remember how it quite went down 

You see, once upon a time I ain't had no kill 

I was into deep, ain't have no fear 

On the grind, remember that beef, that time 

Remember that bitch, son, rember that nine 



[Chorus x2: Smoke] 

I said I came up in this game 

Struggled just to maintain 

And I'm glad I'm hear, whom should I fear 



Here's what you said... 



[Tommy Gibbs] 

It's a flipside to every coin 

Every nigga gotta choice to make, which path he take 

It's a rough ride, cuz it's real on every side 

Folks lose they lives, suggest you choose wise 

Can a grew rigid nigga from public school 

Caught beef, fucked bitches together, act a fool 

As time goes on, he drift away 

Can't move with a nigga, ain't goin your way 

Now that's logic, middle of 'Merica, to the Projects 

Birds of a feather always fly together 

I'm trying to figure, how many more caps to peel 

'Fore ya bitches realize it's real 

Go ahead and laugh, I think you straight from ya past 

You better find your road, 'fore they lock and load 

Cuz you die, after shots explode 

Just never dawned on you, how we never fuck with you 



[Chorus x2] 



Here's what you said... 



[Tommy Gibbs] 

I stay conscious of men, who scream eaze but bring it the end 

We can take to the fist, fist lead to the semi 

Spit real life shit, make ya life shit 

Reminisce on this steel ya earth just strike with 

Niggas that bust gats, niggas that car jack 

Any nigga livin trying to change were he at 

I can die in this game on the grind slingin crack 

Or die in this game gettin paid spittin raps 

Cuz you need muscle, shit a straight hustle 

Niggas in the streets see you bling, they wanna touch you 

Respect that? no nigga expect that 

Ain't shit to you to cap, niggas wanna get at 

So I thug it out, this game turn it out 

Same shit I hate, same shit I love about 

It's a real thin line between death and life 

Ain't no rules in this game, ain't no wrongs and rights 



[Chorus: to fade...]