Convict music, it's time to do it      I can't handle all these bills and payments   This stuff is overstressin' me, but I still gotta do it   Baby, mama, put me on them papers   And get nothin' for the baby, but I still gotta do it      I can't keep on workin', keep on workin'   Seems like the whole world's ignorin' me, but I still gotta do it   Schemers keep on dirkin', keep on dirkin'   Everybody's gettin' more than me, but I still gotta do it      So pass that drag, pass that dro, it's my life   So what you think, what you know?   Yes, alright and I paid the price, but still I'm      Going thru a lot, sittin' on the block now   Thru a lot, slangin' out my drop now   Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not   Going thru a lot, I'm hittin' on the cops now   Thru a lot, wishin' they would stop now   Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not      All this music got me goin' crazy   Can't even concentrate on my family, but I still gotta do it   Plus I gotta go through all this family hatred   I don't know why everybody's hatin' me, but I still gotta do it      Even one of my homeboys thinkin' that I'm bangin' his lady   I don't know why he would think that outta me, but he gotta go through it   To all the nappy heads I got you baby   We 'bout make it, yes, indeed and we gonna get through it      So pass that drag, pass that dro, it's my life   What you think, what you know?   Yes, alright and I paid the price, but still I'm      Going thru a lot, sittin' on the block now   Thru a lot, slangin' out my drop now   Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not   Going thru a lot, I'm hittin' on the cops now   Thru a lot, wishin' they would stop now   Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not   Going thru a lot      I work a nine to five shawty and they think it's funny   And how they feel that my stress don't count homie   I hit the beat like a cop when I hit the block   Because my baby's gotta eat, I ain't gonna never stop      I see them laughin' at me fo, 'cuz my pant's red   And my do' won't shut and my car's shabby   But I see the future man like I'm Nostradamus   And in my heart all I see is a future star      But in my brain ain't nothin' but these notes man   But ya'll don't feel my stress, ya'll don't understand   The next step is my pistol and it goes down   Wiggle it out, fat boy, just calm down      And sing this song and sing that song   'Cause God gonna make a way for me to get my hustle on      Going thru a lot, sittin' on the block now   Thru a lot, slangin' out my drop now   Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not   Going thru a lot, I'm hittin' on the cops now   Thru a lot, wishin' they would stop now   Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not      Going thru a lot, sittin' on the block now   Thru a lot, slangin' out my drop now   Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not   Going thru a lot, I'm hittin' on the cops now   Thru a lot, wishin' they would stop now   Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not   Going thru a lot      Going thru a lot, thru a lot, thru a lot   Going thru a lot, thru a lot, thru a lot