Uh Uh too many, too many
Trying to win uh
Too many losses
Smoke like I smoke nigga,
Whatever,
Lifestyle ratchet


This feel like that 50 cent '99 how to rob shit,
Mamma on me telling me nigga go get a job shit,
9 to 5 wasn't hiring that made us rob shit,
Crown fry for dinner you know wing and a thigh shit,
Mamma bought us clothes our reaction this not no fly shit with 5 dollars that's a nick bag or burger and fry shit, I'm sitting in class nodding off I was on some high shit,
I lost a lot of homies but they never leave my conscience,
Them shots started clapping,
Like acne how they broke out, hard to see it's tint no less than 5 percent when we roll out,
If I got it I split it with family I don't hold out,
Police investigating bout actioning I don't know bout,
Couple bodies done got straightened like a blow out,
I ain't never been there they just told me that shit sold out,
Her nose sniffing she start acting different when the coke round,
Used to front back then they had it fast forward niggaz broke now,


Betrayal's a common currency, traded with hollow toppers
In this battleground of survival, suffered too many losses,
Too many losses
In this labyrinth of heartache, anguish and defiance meld,
We rise, battle-scarred, our spirits remain unquelled

Betrayal's a common currency, traded with hollow toppers
In this battleground of survival, suffered too many losses,
Too many losses
This labyrinth of heartache, anguish and defiance meld,
We rise, battle-scarred, our spirits remain unquelled


Streets crawling look at these two-faced leeches,
Hiding their fangs,
Trading venom-dipped promises, there's dissent amongst the ranks.
Trust's a dangerous gamble, luxury we can't afford,
In a world where every gesture's a double-edged sword.

My mother,
Beacon in chaos, trying to keep me righteous,
Her tears a silent war cry, love fierce but we divided

Every corner whispers tales of the fallen dreams, silent screams,
In this concrete jungle, nothing's as it seems,
Resort to violence,
Pockets empty, desperate screams
Robbing not for greed but the need, our famine in extreme.

Echoes of brethren haunt me, their fate a grim reminder,
In a world fueled by greed, where the streets grind the grinder.
Amidst the anarchy, I stand resilient, a testament unspoken,
For those we've lost, for her struggles, a bond unbroken
In the darkness, we hustle life a cost we tally,
Surviving day to day in alleys turned to darkened valleys.

Betrayal's a common currency, traded with hollow toppers
In this battleground of survival, suffered too many losses,
Too many losses
In this labyrinth of heartache, anguish and defiance meld,
We rise, battle-scarred, our spirits remain unquelled

Betrayal's a common currency, traded with hollow toppers
In this battleground of survival, suffered too many losses,
Too many losses
This labyrinth of heartache, anguish and defiance meld,
We rise, battle-scarred, our spirits remain unquelled

Too many, too many
Trying to win uh
Too many losses