Visualizing the realism of life and actuality

*** who's "the baddest"; a person's status depends on salary

And my mentality is money-orientated

I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it

Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as 5 percenters

But something must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners

Now some resting in peace and some are sitting in San Quentin

Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition

Keeping the effervescent street ghetto essence inside us

Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us

Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go

But as long as we leaving thieving

We'll be leaving with some kind of dough

So, until that day we expire and turn to vapors

Me and my capers will be somewhere else stacking plenty papers

Keeping it real, packing steel, getting high

Cause life's a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die

That's why we get high

Cause you never know when you're gonna go

Life's a bitch and then you die

That's why we puff la

Cause you never know when you're gonna go I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20, it's a blessing

The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and

My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it

One quarter through life some Godly-like thing created

Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some

Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from

My skull cause it's pain in my brain, vein, money maintain

Don't go against the grain, simple and plain

When I was young, at this I used to do my thing hard

Robbing foreigners, take their wallets, their jewels

And rip their green cards

Dipped to the projects flashing my quick cash and

Got my first piece of ass smoking blunts with hash

Now it's all about cash in abundance

Niggas I used to run with is rich or doing years in the hundreds

I switched my motto; instead of saying "*** tomorrow"

That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto

Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks

I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back

Time is Illmatic, keep static like wool fabric

Pack a 4-matic that crack your whole cabbage Life's a bitch and then you die

That's why we get high

Cause you never know when you're gonna go

Life's a bitch and then you die

That's why we puff la

Cause you never know when you're gonna go