Since birth I've been causing pain
The house I live in might don't mean where I kick
All the pushers, pimps, and tricks Selling drugs to make bank
Little kids packing a shank Talking about Simone Humboldt
You know I'll never rank But it's a pity when you're living in the city
Of the wicked where the beast always has another deadly feast
Better get ready, life's a gamble in the ghetto You gotta commit us any crimes just to earn
the metal Visions of a bloody mess
Caress the mind of a criminal My friends, they all become a minimal
Living day by day when I was young Always packed a gun
Had them on the run Now I realize this was my fun
Damn, things all change when you get older But I've still gotta keep on looking
Over my shoulder The streets that I used to roam
No longer I can sit at home But still down for the set
Better grow and put a hang on
In the ghetto, you gotta earn your metal Don't press your luck cause you're gonna get
stuck In the middle of the game
Well ain't that a shame?
The mighty dollars taking over
me And now the streets run with the wicked mentality
In the middle of the game Well ain't that a shame?
Once again a young child's put to rest What a bloody mess I've seen
Shocked by another stupid teen You act much different when you're not with
all your homies Now where's the man that I saw the other day
at forty?
You need a can of Manso Toast You become a ghost
Gone with the wind Once again I smoke the man I win
All of my battles they're all over me And now the streets run with the wicked mentality

That I get in So fit in where you're made
But I'ma be the one that's standing up today Fools try to walk and step like me
The reputation that I carry I put a vow through in the mortuary
I'm not the man you want your kids to be So listen to me when I speak
Before they find your body buried in a creek My life's been a mess
Still I plan to keep it all together I'm thinking about all them days
Nothing will last forever I thought I had my homies back
But those talking smack * em if I gotta tuck em
Then you know it's like that
Never learned to be better than the girl You gotta earn your metal
Don't put your luck up...
break your lernen
In the middle of the game Well ain't that in shame
The mighty dollar's taking over me Now the streets run with the wicked mentality
In the middle of the game Well ain't that in shame
The victim's in a casket A young kid got blasted
It's been goin' on It's reality its lasted
In the middle of the game Well ain't that in shame
But how much of this will make them understand it ain't the way
You don't even know if you will live to see another day
Acting like a big man but ran when you saw me coming
You didn't have no backup boy that's why you started running
You left and didn't think about throwing down for your set
Wet between the legs cause you're packing little chicken eggs
But claimed to be the biggest when you started sticking homies
And then I broke you off in front of all your little homies
Nobody did a thing, couldn't nobody handle
One, two, three, four crazy looking vandals
That walked into our room living life like death ready to blast them
And still till this day you know I'm walking past them
So think about that vibe, the local that is in your dream
Bumping all my beats when I'm roaming through my wicked streets
In the ghetto, you gotta earn your metal
Don't press your luck cause you're gonna get stuck
In the middle of the game
Well ain't that a shame
The mighty dollars take over
You know me and how the streets roll with the wicked mentality