Situation critical cause shit ain't nothin nice   Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz lose they life   Money comes in different ways, the dope game's kinda slow   Niggaz used to havin money are lookin kinda po'   Dank or dope, there ain't no hope this niggaz peelin caps   Gangstas pullin major leagues and brag about the jack   Situation critical this chewy got me stuck   Indo calm a nigga down but keeps a nigga pumped   My partners mamas smokin rocks and turns into a hoe   And since they fuck with that right nigga the gat will snort and blow   Killas move in silence and the jokers run they mouth   Fightin fools that don't exist take that nigga out   Cause his love is murder, two jack burgers takin your respect   Coke and dank sex then baked your homies in the set   So flash yo cash and whoop your ass if you've got more than me   And whatever you got is more than mine so nigga let me see   Cause jealousy's reality when it comes to niggaz bread   And snitches go from rags to riches bitin to the feds   Cause coke is green and money is king and niggaz want the crown   So all you niggaz goin up you fuckers goin down   The situations critical with stories on the streets   Kill em dead and get yo bread but make sure that you eat   But I ain't done yet   The situations critical      My baby's momas trippin, got my son and I can't keep him   Wanna cry to hear him on the phone, but she won't let me see him   This chewy got me paranoid and goin kinda scared   Niggaz startin to know my face so I had to cut my hair   Cause nigga, shit is gettin thick from here to Alabama   Cause every nigga's tryin ta like Tony "Face" Montana   Some niggaz talk about they'll kill, but nigga no you won't   Some niggaz that dream of playin hoop but end up sellin dope   Cause 3, 6, 5 like everyday man dolja takes it toll   And motherfuckas live to be a G Original   Cause kill groups, its keys the juke, and rubber band they G's   Money shows this ain't no joke, well bow down to your knees   Situation critical, fuck a 9 to 5   Chewy got these niggaz amped and they ain't scared to die   So mix me with that bullshit and hit me with that bank   Make me with that bammer bitch and rush me with that dank   Time is runnin out partna, time ain't runnin in   My freedom is the only life, so fuck the fuckin pen   So as I chew my juicy fruit and think about the dead   And all my niggaz that had died because they had some bread   My mind is on another level nigga this is typical   Check my eyes I'm dyin inside, situations critical   Situations critical      Niggaz dressin rich, knowin they broke without a doubt   Born and raised in the same hood in a roach infested house   Situation critical I think I'm bout to die   The enemy is creepin up and fuckin off my high   A nigga hit the 5th and makes it home in desperation   Wipe the sweat, hold my chest, and then I plot retaliation   Now before you clown you best calm down cause I read you like a book   Now must you stare cause I don't care, cause I won't even look   Thangs ain't what they used to be a motherfucka told ya   Niggaz got the mind to kill and that includes the rollers   Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday niggaz servin cluckers   Beatin up the bustas, fuckin Tommy Tuckers   Some niggaz say they gangstas and they love when money folds   But mosta the time these niggaz be beefin over hoes   Cause pussy comes a savage beast and it also makes you broke   Especially when that sexy freak is snortin all your coke   So check my situation fool and check my state of mind   No matter how you makin paper nigga, thats a grind   My indo have an increase this week from eighth up to a half   And nothin funny motherfucka, nigga why you laugh?   So fuck this fame and fuck these records, motherfuck these raps   My mother's broke there ain't no hope, her son ain't got no snaps   Its the same old song I'm doin wrong, fool this is typical   Fuck the fuckin world mama, situations critical   Situations critical