It's hard to just tell a kid to stay focused, go to school, do the right thing, stay away from all the negativity,
stay away from gang life, stay away from the girls, stay away from trying to make some money.
Cause we in a ma terialistic world,
and living the fattest life is all that I got.
Chasing that paper is all I know.
Play blocks like what the shit hittin' for
Who got work what the lil
niggas pitchin' for
Nowadays it's almost double
for a brick or raw
And things change since the stock
market hit the floor
Rules is they poppin' shots,
you should hit the floor
My bank, my rules,
who gotta hit the shore?
It's shorty's third trip to the liquor store
Few blocks away you hear some
niggas lickin' off
We saucy, wings from the chicken store
Bout to hit the club to get twisted more
More bottles,
watch the chicks hit the floor
Them tryna gas em like baby
we should hit the door
I'm in some shit you don't
open while you lift the door
I'm laughing like it feels like you lifting off
I play hard baby, I'm gripped up for war
In this form of shit,
top gone fifth on the floor
Police pull me over, try strip the car
In
New
York I'm big like
Christopher
And the haters still wish the ball,
hope I get caught up an d dig like
Christopher
See from, we grind up to the top
Livin' a fast life is all that I got
Kissin' that pa per is all I know
See where I'm from,
we grind up to the top
Livin' a fast life is all that I got
Kissin' that pa per is all I know
Bird gang, jersey division
Crack valves, dirty syringes
I'm trapped in this gutter
My only intention's to make
a dream come true
Give my homies a vision to make
their dreams come true
Man, these
C's live great with all the things they do
So I'm focused to get it,
your goal is a picture
My goal is getting coke to the critics
If thumbs up,
I'ma have them numbed up
Getting bread to the feds,
come and have me cuffed up
It ain't sad to tough up
This ain't the life we chose,
it chose us
That ain't my wife, that hoe's a no -slut
So I just fuck him, forget him, 1212s
I just stuff him and pitch him,
my gangsta's official
My stories is true, so is my jeans,
it's my fuckin' religion
Now the truck's so big,
you can stuff it and send it
My city is dark, and most the good gone
But I still pray for rain just to
put my hoe down
She gone from the ground
up to the top
Livin' a fast life is all that I got
Chasin' the paper, this is all I know
See where I'm from,
grindin' up to the top
Livin' fast like it's all that I got
Chasin' the pa per is all I know
Yeah, these lil' niggas cold brazy
Old ladies ain't safe
when they blow 80s
With broke safeties, dope tasty
Hand to hand through the doorway
Ten grand's a off day, I need more pay
Clouds more gray,
you cook it and whip it
I whoop it and kick it
Back to the curb, I'm lookin' terrific
If the feds roll and heads roll,
I ain't looking for visits
Send money orders, a few pussy books,
and I'm bidding
Dig it, my upbringing was vicious, rigid
No displays of affection,
your upbringing was kisses
Fiction, you believed in
Santa, I received a hammer
Sneaking out the brim,
past the sleep banana
Thieving, retrieving treats,
sweet banana
Glamour made my jeans sag
like a stinking pamper
Then the fame came,
and that's when I lost it all
Age 15, blood,
I knew I'd be a boss for sure
From the ground up to the top
Living a fast life is all that I got
Chasing that paper, that's all I know
See where I'm from
From ground up to the top
Living a fast life is all that I got
Chasing that pa per,
that's all I know
I wanna tell you my secret now
I see dead people
This is crack, rock cocaine
Jim Jones 
