| Stayin' alive sometimes hard work, today | 
| You got a problem, go to God first and pray | 
| That won’t He do it, it could always be worse | 
| Every day a good day, when He above the dirt | 
| Another day, another bill that I have to pay | 
| The weed man said he was five minutes away | 
| And that was yesterday | 
| But it could always be worse | 
| Every day a good day when He above the dirt | 
| I had young thot givin' me top, sittin' in a hotbox | 
| I was 14 years old workin' the Duwop | 
| All eyes on me, nigga, thought I was 2Pac | 
| Fucked the wrong young nigga' girl, I need two Glocks | 
| Tryna' ride drop-top Ville, for the summertime | 
| Young nigga put in work, I had a hundred grand | 
| Lot of niggas pack up leave, streetlights on | 
| Where the fuck was I gon' go? | 
| I had no home | 
| Asked my partner, «Can I come over? | 
| Sleep on the sofa?» | 
| Had to get out grandma crib, I’m no pushover | 
| Treat a nigga like I’m a Orphan | 
| Fussin and arguin | 
| So I need everything that I own, don’t do no bargain | 
| Jumped up out the porch, and fell in love with drugs | 
| It was what it was, of course, I’m just a thug | 
| Had to skip them boy’s and girls find me a plug | 
| I want big ol' diamonds, and minks, all the allures | 
| Stayin' alive sometimes hard work, today | 
| You got a problem, go to God first and pray | 
| That won’t He do it, it could always be worse | 
| Every day a good day, when you above the dirt | 
| Another day, another bill that I have to pay | 
| The weed man said he was five minutes away | 
| And that was yesterday | 
| But it could always be worse | 
| Every day a good day when you above the dirt | 
| Remember that | 
| Day for day, dealin' with struggles, I’m nothing new to | 
| Prayin' I could see somethin' better, only a few do | 
| Dreams of pullin' up something foreign, I’m in a Who Do | 
| Solo on the block sweatin' bullets, it’s what I’m used to | 
| Pride hit me, all in my feelings, lookin' at niggas win | 
| «How the fuck the Truth gon' make it?» | 
| I’m movin' 3 for 10's | 
| Lookin' like I’m homeless and broke | 
| I’m damn-near out of wind | 
| Aggravated, caught me a robbery, headed to the pen | 
| Feeling like my life hit bottom, it can’t go no less | 
| Lost my re-up runnin' from laws, like, «What the fuck next?» | 
| Trappin full-time with work, but ain’t got no checks | 
| What the fuck do I got to show? | 
| Other than more stress | 
| Older brother stuck in a cell, tellin' me give 'em hell | 
| He ain’t have the money for bail, I’m back to work the scale | 
| Told me I should think about rappin' | 
| I told him, «Time will tell» | 
| For now lil bro was reppin' the block | 
| So they would find the smell | 
| Stayin' alive sometimes hard work, today | 
| You got a problem, go to God first and pray | 
| That won’t He do it, it could always be worse | 
| Every day a good day, when He above the dirt | 
| Another day, another bill that I have to pay | 
| The weed man said he was five minutes away | 
| And that was yesterday | 
| But it could always be worse | 
| Every day a good day when you He the dirt | 
| Remember that |