Stay Alive

They don't know about the cold nights I spent in the city Surviving on food scraps and a gallon of Remy They don't know about throwing a whole key of coke in a blender It ain't the shit I wanted it's just what I got into They don't know bout getting kicked out Couch surfing, homeless my whole senior year Maned up and took it, I promise you ain't see a tear They don't know about the bars They don't know about a charge They don't know about it all They ain't cooking wit the realist They ain't plotting on a million If I'm Michael Jordan the whole team Scottie Pippen They ain't rugged like the pistons They ain't see it if I did it If they trying to catch a movie There ain't a mother fucking ticket They ain't know about the vision They ain't know about commitment They ain't know about the pie Cause they ain't know about the mission They don't know about the theatre but this is where it begins And I don't want a feature please don't ask me again They don't know about the 3 am, below freezing, 9-mile walk to work Whole family blow you off cause you ain't wanna go to church I ain't say I got it worse Maybe I got what I deserve I don't need your pity I'm just telling y'all it hurts I know I'm asshole off a liter of gin If I copped it for 5 imma sell it for 10 Trying to balance all the weight of what I'm trying to forget So I live my whole life like I'm playing a bitch I don't know how too smile I just gotta pretend And I don't know how to cry so I bottle it in All this money that I spend but I still lie to myself And say that I don't wanna hustle but I got it again I can leave the streets but the streets will never leave me They called and told me Kurt got killed for no reason 2 Bullets strayed through the door of the regal Stay alive, open your eyes little homie keep breathing I fell to my knees Raw Deff and Yung Breeze said the streets still need you But I don't wanna be there for the streets, the streets evil They took my little brother, how the f*ck I'm supposed to feel Man they took my little brother They don't know bout the all-black funeral motorcade Scared to leave the house without a pistol below the waist Call it what you want but umma go out the soldier way In my mind, I been dying to go war but don't know the way I ain't say I got it worse Maybe I got what I deserve Maybe I got what I deserve I ain't say I got it worse Maybe I got what I deserve I don't need your pity I'm just telling y'all it hurts Just telling y'all it hurts Just telling y'all it hurts Just telling y'all it hurts