Yeah, man, it's Mad, man,
live from the trenches, man
He the soul of the streets,
man, I'm the voice of the streets, man
I'll be back out there going crazy
Bro was there when nobody
You know, payin' lawyer fees,
you know, sending bread, whatever, on bro
Holding a motherfucker down,
man, doing his thing for me
All you fu' ass niggas out there snaked out, man,
Remember all the real niggas
Showed love, man, stayed down,
shout out to real niggas, man
Y'all know I'm on my OTF shit,
They told me don't die young
You really for me, you been around
and you ain't asked for shit
and if I say it, Vern, he stand on it
I speak my soul through my music,
And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain,
just know you would die with it
When them niggas count your pockets,
you gotta watch that shit
I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did
You say this brother shit fell off,
I'm the brains and you the muscle, that's Rodney still
they mind off them Perky pills
They left me hanging and left me abandoned,
We fell off and it was a shootout, and
I think they'll murk me still
In the studio smoking exotic,
I tried to stop it, I tried to stop
Been around with my brothers,
you give me endurance, I ride with two Glocks
And I'm thinking 'bout getting insurance,
Who gon' ride with you 'til the end?
you gotta watch out for your friends
They disrespect me on the 'net, don't
They told me don't die young because I'm talented
You really for me, you been around
and you ain't asked for shit
and if I say it, Vern, he stand on it
I speak my soul through my music,
And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain,
just know you would die with it
When them niggas count your pockets,
you gotta watch that shit
I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did
You say this brother shit fell off,
Gotta be a snake to hang around you snakes
you know that's my lil' ace
If you play with my name,
the streets gon' give you a taste
Just signed my deal with Bel- Air, fuck
around and give you a case
Niggas low- key Chuck E. Cheese,
A lot of pussies in these streets
You talking like you an OG
and you can't get replaced
They wanna see your face in the casket,
I told 'em leave your face
And I be thinkin' about my dawg
Until a nigga shoot that dome,
It's not a letter to the streets,
Lost Baby D to these streets,
can't believe my cuz gone
They told me don't die young
You really for me, you been around
and you ain't asked for shit
and if I say it, Vern, he stand on it
I speak my soul through my music,
And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain,
just know you would die with it
When them niggas count your pockets,
you gotta watch that shit
I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did
You say this brother shit fell off,
