Look, look, look...
A young nigga screamin' fuck the world and let 'em die,
Behind tents, tryna' duck the world and smoke and ride,
Got my bandana 'round my head and pants to my feet,
And got my eyes fire red and glocks on my seat,
I'm tryna' stay under intoxication,
Cause I lost my father, and got a daughter, plus I'm on probation,
I'm drinkin liquor like it's water, gettin' pissy drunk,
And stayin' away from them lil' broads that tryin to get me sunk,
I keep a choppa in the trunk, and my heat on my waistline,
Duckin' the law, 'cause I ain't tryna' do no FED time,
Sometimes I jus' wish I could be away,
But I gotta take care of Janae and keep Macita straight,
So I just maintain the struggle and I keep tryin,
But how can I when my closest people keep dyin,
I ain't lyin, and the law tryna' bust my clique,
But I scream
