(feat. Kokane)



[Chorus: Kokane]

If you lived my life

You would straight commit suicide

If you look into my eyes of my life

You would straight commit suicide



[Yukmouth]

Lord I sacrafice my life

Just to bring my mama back to life

Just to bring my father back to life

Just to bring my potnas back to life

My father hustled slangin' slabs at night

That got my mama addicted to crack and pipe

Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights

Hungry as fuck sleepin' on the floor with an appetite

Me and my sister awake to buckshots and flashin' lights

My father been in jail half his life

Became a black geurrilla family soulja

taught me how to slang flast and fight

Considered me a bastard right

Family be the back stabbin' type

My cousin's tried to have me blasted twice

Y'all niggas live the average life

Raised in the hills with a wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic

Nigga I only spit the facts of life

From bein' homeless to sleepin' on them mats at nights

To prayin' for my parents in the afterlife

I still hear whispers, still shiver

Still remember bein' a filthy ass Ville nigga

Payless shoes, rocked clothes from Goodwill nigga

Salvation Army just to eat my next meal nigga

Where they slang to pay the bills nigga

Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with them real killas

Drug dealers with wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga

Lived off food stamps and medicare stickers

The first and fifthtenth was like like Thanksgivin and Christmas

Cause that's the only time we fitted with food up in the kitchen

Little boys and girls listen

I got so many homies in this world missin' for tryna twirl chickens

Where they taught to pack berattas, stack cheddar

When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era

Real goodfellas, the whole Village was down for whatever

Protected by three letters, crazy like Micheal Shellers

Fool I been round since niggas was screamin' rollers

Comin' down finham

When Felix Mitchell shut the block didown

I'm from the block were niggas get killed and shot

While the neighbors sit in the window and watch, don't call the cops

I'm from the block were the twelve year old is gotta play pops

To support my mama and sister, gotta slang rocks

Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, runnin' from cops hoppin' fences

Relentless dreams of havin' a mansion mobbin' Benzes

I used to have visions until I copped my first sentence

For a eleven, three, fifty tossed me a year I straight pimped it

An I lost several ramps, doin' time at camp

Rollin' dice for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp

Got out with a plan, call Garick my man

They whole time I was locked I wrote shit like Ice Cream Man

An that's a rigga I call Knumskull my nigga

Lets call the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make this scrilla

Hooked up with Chris Hicks and Dru Down my nigga

Dropped this album I'm still slangin' pounds and zippers

Then dropped the first underground album around niggas

Like Teddy Bohana and Supa Side them down niggas

Around the same time my mama died so tragic

I'm in traffic with gats up under the mats, cracked wrapped in plastic

Triple beam, b-12, and seran wrap, money rubberband wrapped

Second album goes gold they can't stand that

In 95 the year my pops died

Start ballin' in 96 when Pac died

Bought me a Lexus, start catchin' hawkeyes

Now my family members tryna Suge Knight me

The whole Ville sheisty but now them mothafuckas don't like me

When I was broke it was all good

When I was smokin' and havin' tampers to the wood it was all good

I been around the world and back fuck this small hood

I'm tryna ball and have it all playa we all should

I started off broke as fuck, nigga ain't no way to go but up

Now I'm in a Rover truck, smokin' dro, never sobered up

Drinkin' X-O until I throw it up, nobody can flow like Yuk

Hooked up with Rap-A-Lot nigga blow shit up

80 Thousand the first week nigga put them posters up

Tha first nigga with platinum teeth on the west coast is Yuk

Niggas probaly get smoked just for standin' close to Yuk

I'm blessed with a son and daughter

It's like the reincarnation of my mother and father comtinue the saga

My wife be like a gift from heaven

I would have been slit my wrist and jumped off a cliff

From stressin' maldepression

Life is like a big ass lesson we all go through

Friends you was close to all of a sudden want to smoke you

They all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I knew since pre-school

His mama and my mama used to be cool

We from the same street too

That's why I don't creep through

Niggas who rob you and try to kill you ain't yo peoples

Niggas who beat you with desert eagles ain't yo peoples

Niggas who jack you for them kilos that ain't yo peoples

But ain't gonna be no sequel cause next time I'm gonna show em somethin'

Make it out the hood, niggas act like you owe em somethin'

Niggas want you to throw em somethin'

I've been robbed, stuffed in a trunk then

Dumped in a fuckin' alleyway head lookin' like a pumpkin'

To funkin' with my own cousins

I ask the lord why I'm the worlds most hated

Like Pac they want a nigga assassinated

Judges give me hundred G bonds for fake ass cases

Bail out, can't be faded, rock platinum bracelets

Hair braided, jewelry like Sammie Davis in Vegas

Smellin' like acres of sticky shit rolled in vegas

Havin' paper comes with a shit load of haters

That's why my only friend is my lord and savior

Fuck them haters



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