| Cops is firing, niggas is dying | 
| And for the ones tryna make it out, please keep trying | 
| Cause niggas out here die for no reason, it’s killer season | 
| Kids dying, somebody’s son, daughter, nephew, and nieces | 
| R.I.P big bro, I swear I miss you man | 
| I wish I was right up there hanging with you man | 
| In the hood there’s no hope, them crackers take us for jokes | 
| They laugh at us, when we successful they mad at us | 
| Crack fiends in the hood with bad habits | 
| And cops passing always tryna stop and harass us | 
| Liquor stores on the corner, they tryna line us | 
| Go to white neighborhoods, you hardly find one | 
| It’s a cold world, that’s why we hold heat | 
| Either your pops in jail, dead, or a deadbeat | 
| We gotta eat by any means necessary | 
| Cause niggas hustle from February to February | 
| And ain’t no telling how many niggas in cemeteries | 
| It hurt to see my brother’s name on that obituary | 
| They tryna bring us down but fuck 'em, we ain’t breaking | 
| And for my brother, I promised that nigga that I’ma make it | 
| I’m just tryna make it through the day | 
| And I just wanna get away | 
| So I’ma inhale until I’m out of breath | 
| And I’ma drink this bottle 'til it’s nothing left | 
| It really hurt me when they killed my brother | 
| He was only 20 when they took his life from him | 
| I was 17, I was happy with a dream | 
| But when he died I realized life ain’t really what it seems | 
| It’s a cold world, so fuck it I’m a cold girl | 
| And I’m screaming fuck the whole world | 
| Cause life took that one person that meant most to me | 
| Other half, he was close to me | 
| I want him close to me | 
| Now he a ghost to me | 
| I feel like there’s no hope for me | 
| That’s why I keep that toast with me | 
| Cock it back and pop a nigga close to me | 
| Cause I don’t trust nobody | 
| I think i need some damn help | 
| I can’t trust niggas, I don’t trust my damn self | 
| And that’s why my brother dead, because he trust niggas | 
| He fucked around and trusted a fuck nigga | 
| I’m just tryna make it through the day | 
| And I just wanna get away | 
| So I’ma inhale until I’m out of breath | 
| And I’ma drink this bottle 'til it’s nothing left | 
| I’m stressing, anxiety and depression | 
| I carry a lot of anger, a lot of hate and agression | 
| I’m lost, and I’m just tryna find my way home, how | 
| In a world full of people I feel alone after | 
| Almost losing a sister I lost a brother and | 
| Never having a father, only a mother | 
| My sister was one pound and twelve ounces, premature | 
| You heard? | 
| one pound, not three or four | 
| But she survived and that’s a blessing in disguise | 
| We prayed and we had faith, I guess hope is still alive | 
| And now she’s in middle school, you see how time flies? | 
| Just to see her graduate is a feeling I can’t describe | 
| She ain’t really know her brother, he passed when she was five | 
| She was three when she last saw him alive | 
| And I’m just happy that she ain’t gotta ever live with that pain | 
| Shit, I be ready to cry hearing his name man | 
| I’m just tryna make it through the day | 
| And I just wanna get away | 
| So I’ma inhale until I’m out of breath | 
| And I’ma drink this bottle 'til it’s nothing left | 
| Dear lord I know I’m sinning but | 
| It’s hard to change the way I’m living | 
| I gotta get it, I gotta get it | 
| I gotta get it | 
| I’m just tryna make it through the day | 
| And I just wanna get away | 
| So I’ma inhale until I’m out of breath | 
| And I’ma drink this bottle 'til it’s nothing left | 
| Dear lord I know I’m sinning but | 
| It’s hard to change the way I’m living | 
| I gotta get it, I gotta get it | 
| Oh I gotta get it |