Tell me, have you looked down at project stair wells
Notice that our people don't fair well?
Farewell to the broke days
We got dreams and hope to get paid
Laid, condo living while we're sipping on chardonnay
Make a sin out the life we were given
Reminiscing when average joe's roamed with smith & wessons
I learned my lessons, create a presence
So when they say I'm broke, I tell 'em my past is not my present
Open presents on Christmas morning, in place of our people mourning
Bullets tend to **** and death is always calling
Frequently calling me at night sometimes
And at night is when we live out our lives of crime
Purchase jewels to claim we're cool, the evils found within me
Spend our income on guns till our funds is almost empty
****, and we're just praying for a way out
Lay on a beach, instead of a street, laid out