text: Life aint been no walk through the park, where do I start?
  Young nigga selling rock and robbin, just not to starve
  He never paid attention in school, cant get a job
  Plus he confused, most of his partners behind bars, he turned to God
  Asking Him why he was dealt these cards, he feeling odd
  His blood is cold, his hearts scarred but hes a street nigga
  He got a pistol, he gon eat nigga
  He give a fuck about a bitch or a weak nigga and thats real
  And if that aint real then tell me what it is
  My cousin, 19, they gave his ass 20 years
  My nigga Larry died and Im still shedding tears
  But I salute him cause he kept it real
  But theres a lot of fakes
  Backstabbing ass hoes and snakes
  They turn on their people for a little piece of cake
  And when you make it to the top, these fuck niggas hate
  But Im okay cause I know one day
  That Ima leave and they gon know that I was 100
  21, bitch