Ft. MVP & Simone Pash

(Verse)
I'm too vain to be the soul, but the soul, that's embeded
Got me workin' in this cold but he's so level headed
Hash tent these accents, it's movin' the glasses
I'm throwin' nigga, suit you up and throw you in caskets
In twelve years of denim, now the streets got 'im locked
His daddy throw his rottin', same niggas got 'im popped
A sip of Hennessy, enemies on the watch
Been with niggas in the streets, since he neva had his pops
Mike Tyson vs. Ali, if that woulda happen
Take my first trip to Sharlem, man, the jointin' was happenin'
Niggas rottin' with the gators, but the haters were snappin'
Harder is now than laters if they neighbors is trappin'
Oh, God, I kick them in the ass and take my foot out
I'm just handlin' my business while they bitches puttin' out
If a nigga neva seen and if niggas make the team
Havin' up they hopes and dreams, garbage they be puttin' out
We wore black in the back of the herse
I'mma get you snatch music like I'm snatchin' a purse
All my life I was beaten like the passion of the Christ
I'm collectin' from the play in the back of the church
Aw

(Hook)
Niggas die everyday so we drink the pain away
But I don't wanna cry today, I had a lot of shit to say
Niggas die everyday so we drink the pain away
But I don't wanna cry today, I had a lot of shit to say

(Verse 2)
I tell these niggas stop wildin' you're too young
Cause they don't listen to they mama's
It all depends on where you hearin that truth from
We starvin' in these streets so we sharing a few crumbs
We mobbin on these beats, hear that snare and new drum
I be hearin' that news come, a young boy shot down the street
Where his crew hung, his momma on his coffin screamin' he's too young
The weight upon her chest is feelin' like two tons
So I pray for her two sons
They still breathin', we still heathens
For real reason, we breathe deep but we still weezin'
Chasin' money is my only curse
Shed a tear on the hood of my uncle Tony's Herds
So ya know it hurt
You should get to know me first before you pass judgement
Huh, hung as ever my momma's last husband
I ? sat there cuz my dad wasn't
Man, fuck it, I don't even wanna talk about it
I'm goin' thru it but my momma tell me Randy you should walk around it
It's kinda deep the way it sought to sound
I'm more astounded by the street glory
Them noisy neighbors and the police on me
My niggas in the sky, that's rest in the peace on me
Real niggas cry when I tell em these street stories
Handle my beef for me, I tell em and they fire for me
Chain of command, that's the higher hierarchy, come and fuck with me

(Hook x2)
Niggas die everyday so we drink the pain away
But I don't wanna cry today, I had a lot of shit to say
Niggas die everyday so we drink the pain away
But I don't wanna cry today, I had a lot of shit to say