Life
To the next life
Shit 'bout to get all the way left, if you niggas don't get right
Vicious with the pen and I don't have to [?]
My niggas in the pen, hold on, let me get right
And free little Style, 'cause they hit him with triple life
Words of advice, stay the fuck out the game
'Cause when shit get really really, you gon' have to bust you a brain
Pay heed to what I'm saying because the streets ain't for lames
And it's kill or be killed and I done did my thang
Long Beach City god, if I said it, I meant it
As a youth coming up, the black Dennis the Menace
Now I push rhymes like weight, from state to state
Hit the stage in Bathing Ape, then get the cake
Go hard is what we live by, but I done seen niggas die when it comes to them drive by's
Momma outside yelling "God Why!"
Holding a baby, tears coming from her eyes
Typical, day in the LBC
High point at all times, I never let them steal me
Going hard with the raps, 'til a nigga filthy
I know them niggas listening now, wish they would've killed me
But I'm a part of the Never Die Corporation
Went from doing street shit to having corporations
Jets nigga
I got a funky funky style, with a funky slang
I got a fully automatic with the clip to match
I got a funky funky style, with a funky slang
I got a fully automatic with the clip to match
Nigga
