How It Gets

The streets is like a game, we really play with time When Skeezy took them slugs I couldn't even cry They plugged my boys for the same homicide They nailed Jesus to the cross and had him crucified He wore a mask, he pulled up strapped shooting at the trunk I tried to duck one grazed my back, I'm unable to run Shot out the windows on the whip Now we can't even slide I'm talking to you through a glass like it's just you & I Niggas get inside they feelings when it comes to bitches That's my girl, she really for me & her trust is endless Police indict you on them charges just to gain his pension I'm never worried bout who plots I worry bout the henchman Learn to understand me it's like comprehension If I break you off a lil' something it's with good intentions During basketball tryouts I was climbing fences Before you bury me Drive my casket through the trenches And I've been tryna stop from shooting shit (I've been tryna stop) It's kinda hard 'cause we're so used to it (It's hard 'cause we're so used to it) You still could die no matter who you with Too many R.I.P's, I can't lose again (Never lose again) We lost Lango to the system ain't that a bitch It's dead or jail round,  you know how it gets The devil's playground, you seen where we live Pay attention to yo day ones 'cause anyone can snitch Niggas beefing over Facebook, really run with hoes With you every single day, you'll really get exposed Household full of felons, they really shoot at foes Get you killed & still be there when your casket close Spare your life 'cause I hate to see my friends die My lil' niggas will really take you out yo Jordan 5s She think he ballin' 'cause he flexin' his bill money And every nigga you see me with will really kill for me My love for Bucci can't explain, I'll really clap for 'em I just want my music played on every platform Pussy wet, I f*ck her good to these rap songs Pull her hair, don't give a f*ck if it was a latched on Spit in her ass, drip to her pussy then I suck it off If we fall don't tell the opps bout what I did with y'all If yo bitch don't like yo homies, you should listen to her She a eater, f*ck her slowly to this gangsta music And I've been tryna stop from shooting shit (I've been tryna stop) It's kinda hard when you're so used to it (It's hard when you're used to it) You still could die, don't matter who you with Too many R.I.P's, I can't lose again (Never lose again) We lost Kilo to a cell ain't that some shit Gave him Michael Jordan's number, and only he played the bench The devil's playground, you seen where we live It's everyday now, you know how it gets