How Would I Make It (feat. Thabz C)

How will I make it out? Without some ins I guess a nigga born to die Into this life of sin And every day it be worse Than what it was before Nobody care About my personal welfare So I'm doing what I gotta In order to make a dollar All these years in the struggle Only made a nigga stronger Mentality is militant Attitude is f*ck it Swerving through these westside streets In a bucket Hand on a 9 mili Overlooking the city Finger on the trigger And ready to rob a nigga This the diary of a criminal That ain't got shit Growing tired of the drama That this life come with But I refuse to lose So I'm at it again Making a play for power And plenty of ins I put my life on the line And others tryna take it We ain't meant to survive But city watch me make it It's me against the world It's me against the world It's me against the world It's me against the world How much longer can I go? Will I see a jail cell? Or will a nigga merked? Guess no one can really tell Regardless of it all We gonna push for the cause It's time somebody put in check Those enforcing the law How will I make it When these coppers is always on my head How do I know next time They ain't gonna shoot me dead And others wonder why we run When they be on patrol Truth is they were placed here To cease control Who they protecting? Who they serving? Cus I know it ain't us Next time they pull me over Man I might just bust What can I do? All I want Is to live my life And get my kids up out the hood So I can raise them right Now I really understand What it is to be a man I was foolish all these years Thinking I already knew Now I got a master plan Never mind my life span I can never be ok Unless my family is too It's me against the world It's me against the world It's me against the world It's me against the world Many years gone by Growing closer to death Not knowing how I got this far Tells me I was blessed So now I gotta make it happen With this dealing or this rapping For my peoples in the ghetto Tired of the gun clapping We at each other That's why we can't get up from under Too many tough guys With something to prove These niggas don't care About inner city youth Half the time foos beefing On some ignorant shit No heart no squabbles All they can do is shoot They too scared To take a risk and lose Yeah I'm a little nigga But I ain't never ran I get'm up with anybody I dun shown that But that ain't helping me city I'm still caught in the struggle And if I get caught slipping I could be facing trouble Ey city you gotta be on point So I'm vigilant at all times For them punk motherfuckers Tryna take mines I'm on my own Keeping my head strong I gotta keep myself alive So I can make it back home I'm doing right To keep from doing wrong But if yo ass get out of line You're for sure to be mourned Dear father help me find my way Ain't too many angels Out in west LA It seems money made us into slaves But all I really want Is a life without pain It's me against the world It's me against the world It's me against the world It's me against the world