[Verse 1]   All I do is speak the truth so don't judge me by my lies   I weigh about a buck 40 don't judge me by my size   Our glocks is like Michael J. Fox it's +Family Ties+   Cuz it'll make a family cry, why   A lot of questions just ain't answered problems ain't resolved   Like if Drag really a gang member, or just involved   Y'all can be the boss of the bosses I'll be the cause of the causes   I rob from the rich and give to the less fortunate   well I buy thousand whips and in your raps I floss this shit   I buy thousand kicks and give to the young orphanage   When I was young I was a soft kid 'till I snap   and they couln't get me off a kid cuz he sold my mom's crack   In fact, I caught a case beyond that I couldn't face my moms   crack addiction cuz I was way beyond that but I face facts   I got busted over the left side of my face my face back   But I had to fix that      [Chorus - repeat 2X]   Life is short, time flies   It ain't our fault, blames aside   It ain't the licks, it ain't the eyes   It's just the way we live or die      [Verse 2]   My blood I had to taste that my wound I had to heal that   In order to feel that a real life shit and still rap cuz   My rhymes still here so I done fried a few punks   My mom still here but she'll die in a few months   thats real life cancer and doctors ain't got the answer   I hope yall fellin this cuz I ain't supposed to be tellin y'all this shit   like I ain't supposed to be sellin yall this shit but this is real life   like I ain't supposed to be cryin over this shit but I still mind   Shit just don't feel right but I'm gonna hold on   Till the hole in my 44 long   I'm gonna hit the gym and get my swoll on   Sometimes my head gone   Snd I don't give my pops props cuz he was dead wrong   Pops was up, you know what, I don't give a fuck   The only thing I'm happy that you did was bust me out your nuts      [Chorus]      [Verse 3]   But nigga this is real life it makes me clutch my glock real tight   It makes me wanna fight but I get it off when I write   so these last few months my moms could live right, in new clothes   they said she might lose her sight fuck it she saw me blow   I reminisce sometimes I pull out old 40 year olds   it gets me stressed so I could smoke up like 40 of those   sometimes I feel like walkin with a mean bout   bustin till I see cops snowin till I see slot   throw on a pair of flip flops take steps to the roof of the ledge   till my feet stop but I need not, I got a life ahead of me   I got a wife in back of me, at least I gotta see my seed drop   Probation got me on a detox, so when I die, bury me next to the weed crops   so when I'm in heaven I can give weed to Pac and smoke trees with Big L   Alliyah we miss ya and Pun we have fun wit ya