My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this [like this]nnnn[Woodie]nI live a lifestyle, covered up by dark cloudsnnDealin' with these suckas, but they only see the bar cloudsnnStill I keep a strap for when I come across a killannI dreamt the day I'll have to fight that killa in the mirrornnI wake up every mornin', hit my fifth and hope I livennJust another day to see what tomorrow's got to givennI'm addicted to the liquornnAnd at days I peel the sticker off another 40 ounce nnAnd wonder, How did my life get here?nnMy ole goes in stayin' drunk and eliminatin' funknnFuckin' hoes or rollin' triple golds always up in the trunknnMy mother asks me everyday, Are you still bangin?nnI lie and tell her, No, but her heart knows I ain't changed nonennI hate to see her cry, wipe the tears from her eyesnnAnd try to tell her everything is gonna be alrightnnI hug her tightly, as I leave it bothers mennBut for now I gotta go, cuz these streets are callin' mennnn[Chorus: repeat 2X]nnMy mother prays that I quit the life I leadnnDamn I try to change my ways, but these streets are callin' mennAnd I love her to death, but at the same time I'm a souljahnnI gotta put in work, let rivals know they can't get overnnnn[Woodie]nnI'm a yoc influenced souljah taking chancesnnI'm levelin' with all my homeboys up in drug induced trancesnnEvil dances through our thoughts as we plot different strategiesnnTo kill our enemies and not get conceptsnnMy homie got shot in the spine, he's been paralyzednnI see nothin' but deep despair when I stare into his eyesnnI feel my anger rise as I think about his characternnHe never hurt nobody, just a homeboy that was there for yannThese streets are really fair, and that's a hard lesson learnednnBut you realize quick enough after up three time getting burnednnThe streets are cold, bits of love but mostly greed is all they holdnnYou in my way, I'll burn a load and make yo head explode, [Now what]nnThat's my motonnLivin' in the bottle, hit the throttlennLet this shit start to get you thick, break out the fully-auto [scrap killa]nnnn[Chorus] - 2Xnnnn[Woodie]nnJust got donennCreasin' up my khakis, put my nights onnnI hear my homeboys outside honkin' the hornnnI guess tonight's onnnGrabbed the tray snubbynnGive my moms a kiss goodbyennAs I hop into the ridennShe prays that I come home alivennI can't justify my life because I know I'm livin' rawnnWhat the fuck do you expect me to do when the funk is onnnTryin' to get along, with my rivalsnnFoo, you must be jokin'nnWhat you smokin?nnHollow tips and pistols clips is what I got for fools approachin'nnI'm tryin' to get aheadnnSpitin' high-lead at these rivals ramped upnnIn this life of vega got me homicidalnnBetter check my vital signsnnSince I'm livin half dead by the thoughtsnnGot my brain washed, fuckin' with my headnnBreak a sweat up in my bednnDude, the nightmares got my body tensennBut still I'm prepared to die for this so called nonsensennCuz everything is fucked upnnThe whole world is corruptnnI'll never switch up on my homiesnnSo consider me stuck, fuckednnI ain't trippin' thoughnnYeah my money's sittin' lownnBut still I got enough to get a four-0 at the liquor storennAnd clothes on my back, plus a gat for these rivalsnnAll my only necessities for survivaln