Living Quarters

I probably worked more jobs than you
And that's a fact
I counted way more bread than you have ever stacked
I probably fucked more broads than you
And that's a fact
My body's count's in the great beyond
You can't keep with that
Living in my mama's crib at 20 years old
On the Southside, around this time it's always cold
Visualize your lies through the thickest blindfold
Writing songs while selling crack
The dopest shit I ever wrote
My older cousins was drug dealers
Pistol banging hood niggas
Gang claiming, set naming, misbehaving cap peelers
Too quick too intervene
The mindset of a casualty that's well of ease
With extended magazines
"Aye nigga pull to the spot"
School niggas think I been classed
I was in an abandoned project building
Praying that my bill passed
Three bed rooming house inn
What I learned about then
That most of my homies turned to sleeping on my couch friends
Dwelling til' my inspiration guide me to a hottie
Soliciting fornication in a private building lobby
Now that's the shit that niggas never get
Sold Gorilla Glue but never put a blunt between my lips
But the lil' homies always kept the endo lit
Too concerned for all my whereabouts
And houses that I lived
Robbing niggas in the struggle
We were young and never rich
Back when Kilo got in trouble
And finally sentenced for his bid
Free my nigga

Life is one ugly mother fucker

Caine you overdid yourself
You wrote a story of my life and I feel more than overwhelmed
Well I already got a son and my daughter's on the way
Tryin' make it for my kids
By hustling day by day to day
And I'm far from a million dollars
Graduated a scholar, now off to start barber college
From robbing your common robber
To offered more greater knowledge
Rather well known or polished
I'll probably still take your wallet
And for some odd reason girl, your brothers don't like me
But God let alone knows these niggas won't fight me
You don't like me, fucking bite me
Or just knife, go 'head really
Hiding out inside a boarding house
You niggas fucking fear me
In a apartment complex, tenements
What'd you expect?
Music notes around my neck with tattoos going up my leg
My occupation is a standard operation when in debt
Child support is gon' to haunt me
Til' the very day I'm dead
But there's more to life that I enjoy
I fucked 200 bitches, bout to fuck 300 more
Came from living in the trenches
With policemen at my door
And my style is somewhat vintage
That these niggas can't ignore
Cold water in a chamber
Where the meeting place is vacant
And the door knob's always breaking
So we had to fucking break in
Bonding out illegal payments
Praise my daughter, that's my angel
Beezworld until I'm taken
And they free my nigga David, free my nigga

One day we all gon' fucking die

I had to write this song about my nigga
He said he's done with life
I had to show him what he's missing
Now listen, 'cause this can go one ear and out the other
You fearing no one loves ya
Mother fucker, you're my brother
I had to tell yo story
If I was somewhat in yo shoes
Tryin' way out all my options
From the road you're bout to choose
Now look, 'cause this is where temptation takes it course
What happened to my boy?
You never felt this way before
Remember you put me in my very first studio
And taught me not give a fuck, if niggas ever choose to go
Note that you're a father and one that cares about his kids
I love you dawg and suicide is not a healthy way to love
I been at it for some months
Tryin' figure out your fears
Til' I noticed you ain't afraid of any mother fuckers here
So this song is for my nigga
This is dedicated to you
And any struggles you're going through
In life I'll help you manage through
'Cause you my nigga