I'm sick and tired of living without it
Swear the sound of death be the loudest
Blood stains to match with the outfit
Smiling just to hide the pain
Cuz I don't know no other way
We raised by the street lights (Yeah)
Young niggas trynna get by (Yeah)
Man I'd rather die broke than to die famous
Swear I'd rather be a joke than an entertainer
I ain't throwin up the peace sign (Yeah)
Going to war imma get mine (Yeah)
You gon need a bigger cell tryna contain us
I been growing out my shell in my hiatus
And now we got it going on
Yeah yeah yeah yeah get it on get it on
And now we got it going on
Yeah yeah yeah yeah get it on get it on
And now we got it going on
Got out my head I'm bout tired and mad as hell
Everything on fire see the smoke but I don't inhale
Now we're growing trauma by the minute to boost the sales
Man that boy speaking facts I might as well
Imma be a Soulja till my skin is pale
We gon keep moving weight till I tip the scale
Imma keep on breaking doors ion ring the bell
Cuz I gotta get in while I can
And now we got it going on
Yeah yeah yeah yeah get it on get it on
And now we got it going on
Yeah yeah yeah yeah get it on get it on get it on
And now we got it going on
Yeah yeah yeah yeah get it on get it on
Yeah yeah yeah yeah get it on get it on
Everything's a story
