| Still tryna figure it out, man |
| Bottom to the top, man |
| (Got Damn Samm) |
| Life sucks when you ain’t got no bucks |
| Tryna find a way to come up, but a nigga feel stuck |
| People sayin' get your hustle up |
| I’m lookin' at 'em like, «Hustle what?» Ask a friend for what? |
| Shit, ain’t nobody pickin' up, we all kinda down on our luck |
| Man, shit fucked up, but I still can’t give up |
| But I still can’t give up |
| To the next level |
| Man, I gotta get my shit together |
| God’s plan can’t be me broke forever |
| Gotta think more clever |
| Gotta figure out my way out |
| Which way? I done went all them routes |
| Okay, what I didn’t try? |
| Fuck it, let me talk to the sky |
| I need guidance down here, Big Guy |
| I’m seein' too many die |
| Showin' me time ain’t on our side |
| Never know when it’ll be your time to ride |
| Gotta put your pride aside |
| Do whatever, put your car in drive |
| Gotta start from the bottom to skydive |
| We ain’t got time to cry |
| We don’t have tears, our eyes dry |
| When we feel pain, we just get high |
| Yeah, we just get high |
| Turn up your favorite song |
| Tryna get along where a nigga don’t belong |
| Fucked up we call it home, but it ain’t a home |
| They want us all gone, another bullet in our dome |
| But what’s more fucked up, though |
| Is we gettin' killed and killin' our own folks |
| Niggas thinkin' they look tough, really lookin' slow |
| Back to jail, another slave for the white folks, damn |