( hook, Butch Cassidy ) Another day has come How much longer will I run I wanna have sum fun Layin out in the sun How much dirt have I done My life has just begun I sleep with my gun My problems weigh a ton
( Tray-Dee ) I gots to say damn the program dun up and switched Fool I used to run with and trusted snitched Got one time on my block straight posted Hopin that I slip but I dip and ghosted Told my babymama it wus drama unfoldin I kissed all my kids den commits to strollin Wound uptown on a hot ass block Checkin with some chickens gettin hot ass cock Daily Tray Deee eludes pursuit But deez ho's broke and don't look to cute So I parlay to the hard ways of jackin Fast came to cash but the mash was crackin I didn't I was the one to be Kickin summary of sum wen I let em slide up under me But God as my witness As a G I couldn't see Dee just goin out sensless I stayed hard hit the yard Pull niggas hole cards Had em runnin to the sarge Jail house scars tell the part you played Livin with a snitch jackin destined for the brake It don't pay to go soft Cause when we catch you slippin real niggas takin off motherfuckers
( Dee, Talkin ) And that's how we do it Bitch ass niggas Out here tellin disrespectin the game Fuckin up this realism we puttin down out here You know what I'm sayin Nigga need the cops to help em out Ho ass niggas Stand on ya own nigga Live by the gun die by the gun Nigga be a soldier
