[Intro: K-Rino]
Say, little fellow, come here, let me holla at you for a minute
Yeah, I see you be out here doing your thing man but
A lot of the stuff we do, it ain't to be glorified man
Cause they got a plan for you bro
Listen
[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Street game revving up, money, can't get enough
Goons showed up and wet him up, partners set him up
Smoke runs through your lungs, this life is new to some
Two to one he already knew how to use and shoot a gun
Killers wanna go to war, living like there's no tomorrow
Youngster stole a car, crashed in it, didn’t roll it far
Project cannibals, anger understandable
Like animals, it's hard to fathom what a desperate man will do
Crime they done did it all, twist, break and bend the law
Many men involved, it's like you're at a gangster seminar
Pretty slabs coming down, prostitutes running round
Marijuana found about three or four hundred pounds
Scared cat in cell, somebody fed a tale
Swat team came, Grandmamma even went to jail
Spending life hoping, wishing, getting pills, no prescription
On a mission, little babies born with a dope addiction
[Chorus: K-Rino]
I don't think you wanna live this life
The dope selling, the pimping, the jacking, that's played out
You only got a little time to get right
The streets gonna lead to the jailhouse or getting laid out
I don't think you wanna live that life
The blood on your hands, the looking over your shoulder
You only got a little time to get right
The fourth quarter of the game man, it's almost over
[Verse 2: K-Rino]
One more bird might lead to your third strike
Judge said 55 years, yeah you heard right
Now you got a new fight, welcome to your new life
Whole world ruined, that's what happens when you lose sight
Tryna prove something led to you getting handcuffed
The follower's always the one who gets jammed up
Now you want to call God, all good, that's cool with me
But why you wait till now, you should have did that when you was free
Hate, you personify, keep it up you're gonna die
Last thing that you should wanna do is make your momma cry
Bragging about hustling, you're proud of your silly trade
Making three or four hundred a day, thinking he really paid
Capping when you're on the scene, tryna get up on some green
You don't understand you're just a player, you don't own the team
Locked down, so you face an unreachable due date
By the time he realized the truth, it was too late
(Chorus)
[Verse 3: K-Rino]
Hell is what you're about to pay, hope there's something I can say
Might put some wisdom in your head and move you out the way
Gotta put yourself in check, everybody want respect
Hard to get a job with a pistol tatted on your neck
Nothing's what you're gonna get, say you good, wanna bet?
Son looking at you what example are you gonna set
Bad habits by the father, wanna pimp? you're out of order
Better treat your women right, especially if you've got a daughter
It's gonna take a strong hand, better check her phone man
She online sending naked pictures to a grown man
Out jacking with your friends, should have tried to better them
Now you're doing life behind bars for a set of rims
Soon as the Sun is out, ghetto babies running about
He can't even count but he knows when them Jordan's coming out
Everybody trunking lies, won't nobody compromise
24/7 whole hood either drunk or high
(Chorus / Outro)
