Situation.

Uh inglewood gon' stand up
Yep, the man tough like
Handcuffs getting jammed up
Hoping off that Peter Pan buzz
With a damn slut
Had the man fuck in a tan truck
But he never called back, caught that
Send a text said "she wasn't 18" "yeah
What?"
Hit Johnny Law FBI CIA in the Klan Klux
Yeah and now you wanted my nigga
And that's what you wanted my nigga
Idolize the inmates till the court date come
Yeah that's where you going my nigga
Used to have skills for the green for the L
Now I write mail for like 15 and L
We dreamed of sales and tracks, raps on CD's
Now reading books in that cell
Now you asking me to send naked
Pics of my new bitch
Cause I told you my bitch half asian
I never get locked up, but the cops come up
Best believe I'mma go out blazing
Two L's like in hell i inhale, they exhale
Then excel to a level where
My niggas see from jail like whats up?
I know it's hard to grow
When your city hating
And the bitch you fucked want you to make it
And when you broke as fuck
It's hard to be patient
The key to life is working
Harder than your situation
Work harder than your situation
They key to life is working
Harder than your situation
But when you broke as fuck
It's hard to be patient
They key to life is working harder than your
Man hol' up

Bless the weed then we smoke up
It's a dope cut all crack nigga no cut
Damn know what? I thought you're my bro
But you don't really wanna see
A nigga blow up
Nigga grow up, yeah, my rims is crawlin'
I'm knocking the boots
The timbs is callin'
It's OPM we just in here ballin'
I fuck her on the phone
While her friends is callin'
Just text or somethin'
Groupie hoes always tryna get
Next to somethin'
No way these girls keep looking at me
Damn, I must be what's next or somethin
No flexing or nothin', you stole my style
Arrest this son
I been rapping since '08 my nigga
I can make the best of somethin'
I'm the best is your best assumption
Money comes with happiness
If you can't have integrity and be rich
I'mma take half of it
Niggas rhyme so immaculate
Threaten me and I'm packing it
I'm spending money and stacking it
Might buy a car on accident
Huh, and now you wanted my nigga
And that's what you wanted my nigga
We not that deep
But everybody in the clique down
That's what I ever wanted my nigga
Before I go to sleep
Pray the Lord never make me weak
I'd rather a G wagon then a Jeep
I like good girls, but I rather she a freak
And my nigga Shawn Chrys on the beat preach