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  • 作曲 : McKay
    (Girls singing chorus X2)
    Out there, (out there, out there)
    In the street you know, (in the street you know)
    I'm strugglin', (strugglin')
    Trying to survive... (Verse 1)
    People feeling my pain, a mental bond shared
    Been through so many struggles only to persevere
    Remember when we hustled, knowing the 1st was near
    That's when that money doubled, then we purchased gear
    Now was it worth my trouble?
    It was my first career
    The only life
    I knew, there's no regrets or fears
    Yo son I reminisce this ghetto life and shed a tear
    For my *****s who walkin' up heaven stairs
    I met men in penitentiaries
    Who been down so long they barely miss the street
    If you real hold your own son, lay your law
    My inner visions are revealed so
    I say no more
    My man said it ain't a game so
    I play no more
    Whether you rap or bust gats, lay your law
    ***** that,
    If you touch crack save up, your story
    Can be reduced to jail suits and war stories
    Keep the way my pen speaks words my mouth envy
    I'm hoping holy water could cleanse me
    D's wanted to apprehend me
    If I affected your life in any way trife
    When I was doing crime forgive me (Chorus X2) (Verse 2)
    Exquisitely
    I write Tales of hand to hand sales which cause three to life
    When all else fails some people seek
    Jesus Christ
    Some relax to the seductive mystique of the pipe
    And be back inside the same cell they left
    It's sort of like hell or death
    Except we still here breathin' in the flesh receiving respect
    Yet, being stressed cus we threats to society
    Solutions are real, problems are in varieties
    I try to be, thinking of ways to get paid
    My realness engraved from the cradle to the grave
    Mega, thug for ever
    My departure from drugs could never
    Sever what
    I learned, or respect
    I earned Yo my status alone surpasses your own
    Known for blastin' my chrome
    And have on my own
    *****s fradulent,
    I wish there was a law against
    The sort of *****t these rappers talk and never even thought exist
    When I was young
    I used to, huslte for
    Jordan kicks
    As I matured
    I did it for a brick
    Be cautionious the price is up and down like the
    New York Knicks
    I got O.G. respect and a new four fifth, cus... (Chorus X3)
  • 作曲 : McKay
    (Girls singing chorus X2)
    Out there, (out there, out there)
    In the street you know, (in the street you know)
    I'm strugglin', (strugglin')
    Trying to survive... (Verse 1)
    People feeling my pain, a mental bond shared
    Been through so many struggles only to persevere
    Remember when we hustled, knowing the 1st was near
    That's when that money doubled, then we purchased gear
    Now was it worth my trouble?
    It was my first career
    The only life
    I knew, there's no regrets or fears
    Yo son I reminisce this ghetto life and shed a tear
    For my *****s who walkin' up heaven stairs
    I met men in penitentiaries
    Who been down so long they barely miss the street
    If you real hold your own son, lay your law
    My inner visions are revealed so
    I say no more
    My man said it ain't a game so
    I play no more
    Whether you rap or bust gats, lay your law
    ***** that,
    If you touch crack save up, your story
    Can be reduced to jail suits and war stories
    Keep the way my pen speaks words my mouth envy
    I'm hoping holy water could cleanse me
    D's wanted to apprehend me
    If I affected your life in any way trife
    When I was doing crime forgive me (Chorus X2) (Verse 2)
    Exquisitely
    I write Tales of hand to hand sales which cause three to life
    When all else fails some people seek
    Jesus Christ
    Some relax to the seductive mystique of the pipe
    And be back inside the same cell they left
    It's sort of like hell or death
    Except we still here breathin' in the flesh receiving respect
    Yet, being stressed cus we threats to society
    Solutions are real, problems are in varieties
    I try to be, thinking of ways to get paid
    My realness engraved from the cradle to the grave
    Mega, thug for ever
    My departure from drugs could never
    Sever what
    I learned, or respect
    I earned Yo my status alone surpasses your own
    Known for blastin' my chrome
    And have on my own
    *****s fradulent,
    I wish there was a law against
    The sort of *****t these rappers talk and never even thought exist
    When I was young
    I used to, huslte for
    Jordan kicks
    As I matured
    I did it for a brick
    Be cautionious the price is up and down like the
    New York Knicks
    I got O.G. respect and a new four fifth, cus... (Chorus X3)