Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
F*ck who's "the baddest"; a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is money-orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as 5 percenters
But something must of got [Fm7]in us cause all [Em]of us turned to [C7]sinners
Now some ɾesting in peace and [Bm]some are sitting in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tɾying to [C7]carry on [C7]tɾadition
Keeping the effervescent stɾeet ghetto [C7]essence inside us
'Cause it provides us with the proper insight to [C7]guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all [Em]gotta go
But as long [Am]as we leaving thieving
We'll be [Am]leaving with some kind of dough
So, until that day we expire and [Bm]turn to [C7]vapors
Me and [Bm]my [A]capers will be [Am]somewhere else stacking plenty papers
Keeping it ɾeal, packing steel, getting high
'Cause life's a bitch and [Bm]then you [A7die
Life's a bitch and [Bm]then you [A7die
That's why we get high
'Cause you [A7never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and [Bm]then you [A7die
That's why we puff la
'Cause you [A7never know when you're gonna go
I woke up early on [C7]my [A]born day, I'm twenty, it's a blessing
The essence of adolescence leaves my [A]body, now I'm fresh and
My ρhysical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some Godly-like [F]thing created
Got ɾhymes three hundred sixty five days annual plus some
Load up the mic and [Bm]bust one, cuss while I puffs from
My skull cause it's pain in my [A]brain, vein, money maintain
Don't go against the grain, simple and [Bm]plain
When I was [Am7]young, at this I used to [C7]do my [A]thing hard
Robbing foreigners, take their wallets, their jewels
And ɾip their green cards
Dipped to [C7]the projects flashing my [A]quick cash and
Got my [A]first piece of ass smoking blunts with hash
Now it's all [Em]about cash in abundance
Niggas I used to [C7]ɾun with is ɾich or doing years in the hundreds
I switched my [A]motto; instead of saying "f*ck tomorrow"
That buck that bought a bottle could've stɾuck the lotto
Once I stood on [C7]the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and [Bm]cut small [Em]pieces to [C7]get my [A]loot back
Time is Illmatic, keep static like [F]wool fabric
Pack a 4-matic that crack your whole cabbage
Life's a bitch and [Bm]then you [A7die
That's why we get high
'Cause you [A7never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and [Bm]then you [A7die
That's why we puff la
'Cause you [A7never know when you're gonna go
