We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up Standin' on that corner like a Russian, we can't get enough War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blunt, look tough Pray to the Lord for better days, feel like He's skippin' us You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck Ain't worry about the ops, I just been tryin' to run my digits up Lost touch with God, I'm so happy that I found you Money only change the ones around you Non-believers listen to your dreams and they clown you All the same niggas, your unloved used to down you Feel out of place when all that fake love surround you Rich I run my city, they know who to get a crown to My dogs on goin' and ain't shit to bring them hounds through We don't give a fuck, we share blood on that ground too And when you fight for your life, ain't no round two In the hood, watchin' my big homies pushin' pounds through Used to daydream of shinin' in the hood with these bands Tryin' to leave these hard times and run through millies with my friends But my homies died young, and that wasn't part of the plan Flyin' on these planes, which I can reach and touch your hand I don't wanna be awake, that's why I keep poppin' these ends My good heart became a weakness, I did everything I can We was taught to fight no matter what and ain't no givin' up Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up Standin' on that corner like a Russian, we can't get enough War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my blue guitar Pray to the Lord for better days, feel like He's skippin' us You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up In these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck Ain't worry about the ops, I just been tryin' to run my digits up All my shorties know it's spark, load that .40 up and spray it With the squad and we start clappin' like a, stand in ovation Doin' all this in it, feelin' like I'm gettin' close to Satan This street's a dirty hole, give her your heart and she gon' break it Just wanted to be rich, was out there hustlin' with frustration Felt like I was behind, so I got tired of bein' patient If your mind's stuck on the finer things, then you supposed to chase it Ridin' in that brand new Beamer, I feel motivated Fake niggas show support, but deep inside, I know they hate it Fuck the industry, it's all cap, this shit overrated Promise I'm gon' be the greatest, till it ain't no more debatin' Prodigy, a young king, that's what my mama cultivated And that same public defender tried to offer me probation Now I step out on that stage and see a thousand different faces Thinkin' bout my life, I probably would've died if I ain't make it R.I.P. to him, tell him I remember our last conversation We was taught to fight no matter what, it ain't no givin' up Never really knowin' it's your time, you gotta live it up Standin' on that corner like a Russian, we can't get enough War zone, I'm on my way to school, got my b***h tucked Pray to the Lord for better days, feel like he's skippin' us You gon' either die or see the system, ain't no slippin' up And these streets, they'll take your life and they don't give a fuck Ain't worry about the ops, I just been tryin' to run my digits up Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy