Strive ta be a winner losing not an option.
Runnin ta tha finish line an no I'm not stopin
Women can be a downfall and friends can be a problem
Watch ya steps wen u walkin
Cuz believe tha streets iz watchin
Evil theifs plottin on how they can take ya profit
And u can get a price on ya head behind gossip
I can spot a fake nigga off eye contact alone
These niggas frail no spine in they back at all
I hear whisperin snakes still slitherin
A one way ticket ta hell iz wat I deliver them
I got a sweet deal wit my connect out in michigan
I can't say much cuz I kno tha ppl listenin
I switched up my hustle it's all bout tha rap now
Doors gettin kicked in fones gettin tapped now
I got sum niggas that ain't comin hme for a while
So u shout there name in a verse just ta make them smile
Wat up big lee u comin hme soon
Son? rome n rick u comin hme to
So ima hold it down till that day come homie
This tha shit that I spit fa my dade one homies
It ain't a easy task I'm startin ta feel tha pressure
Mama told me son dnt let tha industry stress ya
Now I'm writin evry rap like it's my last one
Vitin? on tha beat with a mutha fukin passion
Yes I'm tha cash run gotta get paid
So I treat evry day like its my mutha fukin last one
Cu-cup full of lean they tell me I should quit it
And wat I tell them back mind they fukin bidness
History in tha makin ima bout ta kill it
I won't stop till I get it god as my witness
Been in tha game for a minute I'm on my hustle still
I keep it gudda still
Welcome ta guddaville

(thanks to will for these lyrics)