(feat. O'Dell)



[talking]

What up world, this your people, the Excited Private

Fiend, better known as Sleepy Eyed Jones

I got a question to ask you, and understand me on this one

If life is a blessing, and truly a gift

Why in the hell it could end so quick

It could happen all in a week, knowI'msaying

Check this out



[Fiend]

Monday morning waking up before I brush my dogs

Loading clips to the tip why, cause haters test balls

Smoke a cess to ease it all, but I got to face pain

Push come to shove and I will, release flames

There's a war on these streets, it's the beginning of the week

Came night fall, a couple of bodies had to leak

A couple hotties had to beat them in, died a snitch

Lied in a ditch, they tried not to cry like a bitch

The eye witness, seen it all, but mouth stayed closed

Stayed at home praying, as tears drop from my nose

Suppose it was your boys, would you ride nine Tuesday

Grabbing whatever's spent even the old school uzi

Usually wouldn't be caught, doing these wrong deeds

Wednesday, wanna know, they done fucked with the wrong breed

My girl Chrissy said Fiend, why you wear a vest

Besides the life I live girl the streets is a mess, it happened all in a week



[Chorus: O'Dell vocalizing in background]

If life is a blessing, and truly a gift

Why in the hell it could end so quick

If you thinking the streets is bad, is really a myth

You'd be surprised what your ass might get



[Fiend]

Now, came Thursday, yeah my dog Rover his

The devil called who in the fuck taking care of them four kids

The more I did, with a firm grip, I couldn't shake the thoughts

I tried to drink the pain away, enough liquor wasn't bought

Saw some good news, like a quest for some gold

My girl sleeped with that other day, bless her soul

Glock I hold, got paper, wrapping niggas for nothing

Plus I'm tripping on these hoes, and get it all done with something

Blunting, to keep my composer, No Limit Soldier

Trouble seems to find me, in the Navi or the Rover

Fuck being sober, it ain't the weekend yet

Plus some jackers tried to follow, me and Serv in the Vet



[Chorus]



[Fiend]

Probably even tripping how them boys, chase the wealth

Followed to I 10 them boys sure killed theyself

Hell, been not feeling a thang, behind mine

In search of being heard they surely don't mind dying

Picture, what happens, in time on this day

Chronic got me wanting to sleep on the sixth day

Mix playing the N.Y., Vix paying the N.O.

Both, your niggas drinking, blowing some indo

Send for, Saturday, that's when the Cali play

Over that a-way, a man stand in the alley way 

Make it to the club, fuck, he popping lips

Hit him, I got that torch straw anxious at my hip

Shit got thick, and real niggas had to leave

I went throwing heat, like I was in the major league

Shit, ready for combat including the gun play

The priest gone be tripping come confessions on Sunday



[Chorus x2]



[talking]

Better yet on our world, knowI'msaying 

Understand it could happen all in a week

This for Fiend and No Limit to the world

Understand, live your life nigga