Letras
First off bitch you ain't even cute
Fake niggas talking bout shit they don't even do
Crooked ass cops they ain't playing by the rules
Hands above your head still'll end up dead on the news
Friends ain't shit hell family ain't either
Pops wasn't there but I swear I ain't need him
So many died but I'm still here breathing
Last year made it clear I was here for a reason
Shit's back right used to cook that white
Death for the can how I looked at life
Now it's 2500 just to book that night
Bitches fiending for the D like they hooked on a pipe
Nobody love you when everything ugly
Shout out to my thug it was love when he plugged it
10 G stack double back with a double
Niggas listen to them bitches make a mob wanna front me a thug
No one's gonna love you
The way I do
No one's gonna love you
The way I do
Thuggy man back sucker nigga stand back
I'm a East Oakland nigga yeah understand that
Black Panthers mixed with the pimps and the crack
This my motherfucking life take a glimpse into that
Ain't no love we was raised on hate
By the age of 16 shit we all had cases
Selling dope smoking weed that was just the base
Buying pre-cooked work before we learned how to shake
Nobody told us the dope game showed us
It'll keep you in shape getting chased by the roaches
One mistake that is all it take and it's over
Or you gotta pay locked behind the gate with the vultures
Before you get a chain get a lawyer to retain
When it all boil need to have some soil in your name
Raised in this shit and I been loyal to the game
And I done felt it all from the joy to the pain
No one's gonna love you
The way I do
No one's gonna love you
The way I do