Situations

Bad dope stopping up the pipe, trying to shake it back on the spoon

Crunch time we on the gun line clutching the tool

I dealt with labels, or should I say the fakers

Walked out on a deal behind the fence we going major

Troy Aikman arm long range precision tend to make you be good

Show a pussy the ropes difficult to make him be hood

Hit the streets as they considered us the scum of the earth

Facial expression on the bum I front a bump when it hurt

These situations get hectic I know we gon end up just fine

As long as we grinding no time to waste, I'm praying lord

Seem like you mad at me for something I ain't playing lord

Just wanted clothes and food to eat when we ain't have a car

Seem like you going nowhere fast if you got a job

Stomach hurting niggas look like food and make you wanna rot

If you ain't struck out on the d then you on the block

I seen niggas get life, take it on the chin

Seen 4-5 shots, make a nigga spin

Lord is like the streets, trying to break a nigga in

Lost twenty with filthy, at Vegas at the Wynn

Huh, I done sold crack and sold records

Out in the hole gats got no record

Hotel rooms a bunch of hoes naked

Like eighty something karats in my gold necklace

Feel like the block falling apart I'm

Just out here trying to connect the dots

Feds snatched dude hope they give my nigga a second shot

And get to speak to him told niggas tell me to never stop

I'm on this Greyhound dirty on my way to some extra knots

Riding in dirty hoopties dreams of riding Mercedes

Resolve the beef with hammers if niggas was trying to play me

Fifty grams of dope in my ass not moving shaky

Got the state troopers on us these crackers'll never take me

These situations get hectic I know we gon end up just fine

As long as we grinding no time to waste, I'm praying lord

Seem like you mad at me for something I ain't playing lord

Just wanted clothes and food to eat when we ain't have a car

Seem like you going nowhere fast if you got a job

Stomach hurting niggas look like food and make you wanna rot

If you ain't struck out on the d then you on the block