Lyrics
My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this [like this]
I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark clouds
Dealin' with these suckas, but they only see the bar clouds
Still I keep a strap for when I come across a killa
I dreamt the day I'll 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 tomorrow's got to give
I'm addicted to the liquor
And at days I peel the sticker off another forty 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 ain't 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, 'cause these streets are callin' me
[Chorus x2]
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 I'm a souljah
I gotta put in work, let rivals know they can't get over
I'm a yoc influenced souljah taking chances
I'm 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 concepts
My homie got shot in the spine, he's 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 that's 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, I'll burn a load and make yo head explode, [Now what]
That's my moto
Livin' in the bottle, hit the throttle
Let this shit start to get you thick, break out the fully-auto