Shits all fucked up  This shit gets deep  6 feet deep  Life is straight, strugglin', this shit strifin'  Just try to make a meal ticket    I never fucked off anyones paper  Stayed away from captain save  And I'll be down if I'm a busta perpatrator  Anyone fake  I gots to be major  But why in the fuck I got no luck  I pray to my maker  But I still end up gettin' stuck  But I ain't no punk  I have to maintain  A fat ass status, gots to have it  But I reach into my pockets  Blowin' out raps  God damnit I need to be lavish  But the system ain't feelin' me  They rather be killin' me  For some ol' bullshit in the first degree  Now really  I can't fall into trap  Or lose my life over snaps  So peep game  You mark ass langs  Find out what you bustas lack  The game is hard to find  When you imitate and fakin'  Lettin' the hood take you under  This shit be takin' and breakin'  Cause suckas say that they hard  Hard to recognize game  Wavin' that gat in my face  But you the one in the rain  I mantain to stay the same  Defend my life for my kids and wife  A squirrel ain't nothin' nice  You fumble you payin' the price  I smell the refers breathe  When my face is fat  Thats why I need a gat  For the fact that possible lacks I have to adapt  Shit like that  Got a motherfucker on paranoya  But some killas got a remedy  Old English and the Doja  Like nowhere this surround a fool  You won't drownd up in a sea of no-nos  When you can get caught up by hobos  Playa hatas and po-pos  You can't hear  When your head is underwater  Wake up motherfucker  Pull your suds and your dark  Life is strugglin'    Chorus x4  I know life is a struggle  But you still gotta hustle  6 million ways to bubble    I have to struggle to succeed  In a city that wants to take me  It's like they got the silver spoon  And them suckers they wanna take me  Go to jail or work for you  What else can I fuckin' do  Force me to deshrunk my side of ten rods  Then devils live cool  Ain't givin' a fuck  Ain't givin' a back  That's why they devilish  Sometimes I grab the gat  Cause all they do is make you wish   You wonder why  The liqour stores surrounds the fuckin' pole  So you can't think I'm all shit  Like that makes Young Ren wanna even the scores  But if I fuck with them  What they gon' do to me  Clear the dirt on my name  With they authority  Just another ghetto story  Straight lost in the system  You can't afford free speech  So you better pay attention  Listen to the game I'm speakin' in your big ass head  Before life expectancy pronounces you dead  That's real with Doja Clik  Can't you feel    Chorus x4    Six million ways to get paid  And I ain't gon' break my back  Just know your gettin'  You know what I'm talkin' about  I don't know  But I got all just about to sport mine  Just be our for yours  Stop trippin' ex man  They mad me get all you paid  Na'ad mean  Straight business shit  Young Ren  Doja Clik  E-D-C