Verse 1(Hiredhitman)
I'm going for broke its no chance of getting even/
Now my fam is eating promise since im breathing/
Changed alot been on the block as a heathen/
So why white folk grab they purse when they see me/
Man it hurts like hell son/
But the prison ain't half as bad as it is when you in jail son/
I call my people to mail something/
But if frail I'm a take what you got I'm bringing hell son/
But we already in it man/
Let me reflect for a minute man/
Say my prayers so I don't commit the same sin again/
So I sit and get scriptures to replenish my inner thoughts for inner man/
I'm bringing you knowledge no college degree/
In the school of hard knocks all a n**** really do is eat/
So I know if it's a choice between you and me/
I'ma to say its so fluently!
(Chorus)
I've been lost to this life and the city of sin but I know the kind of world that I'm in/
If you ain't pushing dope then I hope you cope lose hope but I'm going all in (x2)
Verse: 2: (Hiredhitman)
All that fake s*** and looking cute my n**** look at you/
Not industry I'm in the streets and I'm getting loot/ rest in peace to my idols Pac and B.I.G./
We've come so far and now it's pitiful/
You try to stop me it's critical/
I can take you to a place to a space where we get rid of fools/
Ain't about to let my face be in the news/
Adjacent to a jester with all the questions and interviews/I ain't no one to get ridiculed/
But I can show you the dark and the heart and what's in will do/
Call the cops b*****, is plentiful/
All yall people just stop with the shots y'all n***** clinical/
I'm going cynical man I'm losing patience get thrthe f*** up out my space its to the point that even black folks racist/
And the public defender is dropping cases they on that fake s*** and on that paylist
(Chorus)
I've been lost to this life and the city of sin but I know the kind of world that I'm/
In if you ain't pushing dope then I hope you cope lose hope but I'm going all in (x2)