Thought everything would be alright
 Thought I'd do something for my moms
 I'm telling you  I love you mom
 I love you baby
 Eryn Cierra  I love you
 Ha ha  I hate the way I live
 I hate the way  I hate it  I hate it
 C'mon  c'mon  c'mon

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 Niggaz close to me too scared to let me fly
 Niggaz close to me ain't scared to let me die
 What I'm ridin for, ain't nobody fightin for, ya heard me?
 I hate the way I live, I hate the way I live (c'mon, c'mon)

 [Mr. Serv-On]
 Niggaz act like we was close
 I could see it in they eyes, what we had went up in smoke
 We used to laugh and joke
 When money was small, time to change
 I thought everybody would ball, thought if I could call back our life
 I guess the bad times when we was broke and down to fight
 I'm back to back, pass me a strap, but I feel assed out
 It's like I'm the only nigga screamin for the poor niggas down south
 The rain seem to cover my tears
 I remember the days stealin out of Sears
 How am I ever anticipated by bitches killin niggas doing time
 And gang related, somebody feel my pain
 I thought I'd change, thought I had so much to give
 I made a little money, but I hate the way I live
 I hate the way I live, c'mon

 Chorus 2X

 [Mr. Serv-On]
 See my life
 If it was a book I'd tell my homies turn back the page
 Cause it be like I'm a little child
 walking in a man's body lookin for a better age
 Cause when I was two I lost my pops and I ain't know what to do
 I know what they put my moms through,
 working her fingers to the bone
 It was like she was stabbin at her head stone
 Get home alone, trying to become a man in this fuckin killers world
 And I look up now I'm a father with two girls
 what should I do (I love them both)
 Hope last, but then I look at the past
 See how many niggas fell down
 And now I'm sayin damn I could scream for a town
 I'll always be rowdy, and I'm always ready to ride
 But I put this tank on my chest
 and I'll tell you niggas I ain't scared to die
 When I write about it, lot of niggaz read about it, y'all dream about it
 What up, y'all niggaz can't fuck with what I stand for
 I'm a nigga that'll live this game,
 nigga what you ride for, I know what I'd die for
 And when the time come nigga I'm a be my mama's son
 And I'm a blast till there ain't no more, c'mon

 Chorus 2X

 [Mr. Serv-On]
 I sit back and I watch women, y'all hooked on crack
 And then I say god damn that makes me wanna just pull my strap
 Get em, get em! The fool out there that's sellin it to em
 They pregnant with a baby
 I see em through it, I don't and I go crazy if it was my lady
 I gotta look back, that's the way life is in these streets
 Look back then one day you standing up
 And one day it'll knock you off your feet
 You got tags on em, I get back and I sit back,
 (what's my name?) You see I'm Serv-On
 But the thangs gon' change my fame, maybe if you know my name
 It's better than what I can
 That's why I try to shield some of these people
 You gotta be what only God let you
 But then at the same time I'ma be a  Devil  and get with the  Advocate
 Take it to another level, that's my game, that's my style
 You'll never understand what it means to be a father of the child
 Ya'll just full of hate, I look back and try to escape
 Deep into my dreams, (I hate it) but this is the way it is
 I've been a fiend, I've been one
 C'mon

 Chorus 2X