My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this [like this] [Woodie] I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark clouds Dealin with these suckas, but they only seem to bark loud Still I keep a strap for when I come across a killa I dreamt the day Ill have to fight that killa in the mirror I wake up every mornin, hit my fifth and hope I live Just another day to see what tomorrows got to give Im addicted to the liquor And at days I peel the sticker off another 40 ounce And wonder, How did my life get here? My ole goes in stayin drunk and eliminatin funk Fuckin hoes or rollin triple golds always up in the trunk My mother asks me everyday, Are you still bangin? I lie and tell her, No, but her heart knows I aint changed none I hate to see her cry, wipe the tears from her eyes And try to tell her everything is gonna be alright I hug her tightly, as I leave it bothers me But for now I gotta go, cuz these streets are callin me [Hook repeat 2X] My mother prays that I quit the life I lead Damn I try to change my ways, but these streets are callin me And I love her to death, but at the same time Im a souljah I gotta put in work, let rivals know they cant get over [Woodie] Im a yoc influenced souljah taking chances Im levelin with all my homeboys up in drug induced trances Evil dances through our thoughts as we plot different strategies To kill our enemies and not get caught My homie got shot in the spine, hes been paralyzed I see nothin but deep despair when I stare into his eyes I feel my anger rise as I think about his character He never hurt nobody, just a homeboy that was there for ya These streets are really fair, and thats a hard lesson learned But you realize quick enough after up three time getting burned The streets are cold, bits of love but mostly greed is all they hold You in my way, Ill burn a load and make yo head explode, [Now what] Thats my moto Livin in the bottle, hit the throttle Let this shit start to get you thick, break out the fullyauto [scrap killa] [Hook] 2X [Woodie] Just got done Creasin up my khakis, put my NIKES on I hear my homeboys outside honkin the horn I guess tonights on Grabbed the tray snubby Give my moms a kiss goodbye As I hop into the ride She prays that I come home alive I cant justify my life because I know Im livin wrong What the fuck do you expect me to do when the funk is on Tryin to get along, with my rivals Foo, you must be jokin What you smokin? Hollow tips and pistols clips is what I got for fools approachin Im tryin to get ahead Spitin highlead at these rivals ramped up In this life of vega got me homicidal Better check my vital signs Since Im livin half dead by the thoughts Got my brain washed, fuckin with my head Break a sweat up in my bed Dude, the nightmares got my body tense But still Im prepared to die for this so called nonsense Cuz everything is fucked up The whole world is corrupt Ill never switch up on my homies So consider me stuck, fucked I aint trippin though Yeah my moneys sittin low But still I got enough to get a four0 at the liquor store And clothes on my back, plus a gat for these rivals All my only necessities for survival [Hook] 3X
woodie, rival, souljah, killa, homeboy