(feat. Mike D, Trae)



[talking]

Free Corey Blunt, yeah

Free my nigga K-K, rest in peace DJ Screw

It's your boy, we giving our life cold and raw

S.U.C., we back in here mayn

We giving it to 'em mayn, kick the hook nigga



[Hook]

Down, the pain just feeling down

When the chips are down, (down)

You got to lose all feeling

You heard those, running round



[Mike D]

I'm trying to live on the straight and narrow, keep my eyes on the sparrow

Reality in life, fall down to the dinero

Either you got it or don't, or out there trying to get it

And everybody and they mama, trying to come back with it

That's why I, stay on a mission in the kitchen with my extras

Moving all over Texas, trying to get all my extras

Sagging down I-10, with the FED's on my Lexus

15 to life in the slammer, is what them slippers'll get ya

That's why I stay on my toes, and did away with my hoes

Make my moves one deep, cause I'm still on parole

Living my life, like it go

Each day I walk down that road, come on



[Hook x2]



[Trae]

It's funny how you niggaz, said that I wasn't shit

But now I'm into they careers, and niggaz straight up sick

I remember when Screw was living, he would give me the game

And threw my song on plenty dubs, so he gave me the fame

Me and Ro was on Few Quay, living with weed

Watching them niggaz grind the streets, while I was grinding the beats

The who was game being shed, for my head in the dark

And helped me keep my faith, now I'm on the top of the charts

It's been a long road, watching everything unfold

And it's a blessing I'm still living, so I watch how I roll

And I remember what it was, so now I'm platinum or gold

Whether you love it or you hate it, I remain to be cold for real



[Hook]



[talking]

Your head going round and round, feel now

Corleone, putting chips down mayn, could lose it all



[Mike D]

My attitude right now fuck 'em all, can't complain though

Right back strained up, behind the same lame hoe

Some'ing gotta shake, I can't keep doing the same ole'

Shit thinking this bitch, is gon ever change bro

I'm tired of my people, hollin' bout they said it's hard

I'm tired of my heart, letting me do thangs I regret bro

It's time to love her enough, and let go

Cut my losses where I stand, let a hoe be a hoe

I done gave all I can give, ain't no mo' to give now

This shit you got me in, got me cold as steel now

I wouldn't be tripping, if I was locked up for drugs

Too real a nigga, to keep being a sucker for love



[Hook x2]



[Mike D]

This go out, to my niggaz in the beam

Locked up, life sentences naw I mean

My nigga Corey Blunt, I miss your ass so much

C fucked up, I'm out and you locked up

We use to run the streets together

Cut on butter, and make hoes stutter

And that nigga, K-K

True to the game, means that boy roll back in the day