Just a regular day in the streets of L.A. (south east) As I step outside the house, I bow my head and I pray Got a lot on my mind as I step outside Put my system up loud soon as I hop in the ride Cruise up the boulevard with a smile on my face A chromed out nine mili, just so I could feel safe Features hotter than hell and I gotta stay ready I'm on the grind to get mine, making moves to get fedi This life is petty, the street life is deadly Disrespect us I'll spill your noodles like a bowl of spaghetti Stay strapped, and little homie watch your back I ain't trying to fucking preach but yo I been through that So what the fuck is next? This fucking life is a test Sometimes I'm wondering if I get a chance to rest My whole life is stress, got me feeling depressed Sometimes I'm wondering why I got myself in this mess So I just spark it up cause what else can I do Time to face all my fears, time to get rid of you Somebody's got to die, one of us gots to go Cause we can never be friends, you little punk ass hoe I'm from the city of Los and no matter where you go We're selling first class tickets to that murder show In this crazy world We be dodgin' and we duckin' everything Just to stay alive When the streets are watching And we steadily hustling Doing anything to survive It's time to leave Can't get caught slipping And no tripping or we choose to die Cause the pressures are deadly So we gotta be ready to do anything to survive I'm from a city called Pico, where everybody dies And some people live skanless and everybody's high Where some people put money before their own lives Where these juras set you up and make your bitches testify We got these coward muthafuckas trying to spit the deal Fucking bitches spitting fiction, that means these cowards ain't real I know some real as killers and they're all from my click South East muthafuckas P-W New Pick And I gotta stay high just to deal with the stress .44 desert eagle and my bulletproof vest And my drug of choice has to be the fucking chron Ten blunts to the dome and I'm still trying to get high Ten more blunts to the neck and now I'm feeling fine Nothing on the police scanner, now I'm starting to unwind Just committed a crime, now another vato dies The sign of the time, now another mother cries On these Southeast streets man your life obsolete That's why these juras don't care, that's why I pack my fucking heat That's why I tell you stay high Watch these bitches cause they lie Cause at the end of the night, I'm on a mission to survive In this crazy world We be dodgin' and we duckin' everything Just to stay alive When the streets are watching And we steadily hustling Doing anything to survive It's time to leave Can't get caught slipping And no tripping or we choose to die Cause the pressures are deadly So we gotta be ready to do anything to survive In this crazy world We be dodgin' and we duckin' everything Just to stay alive When the streets are watching And we steadily hustling Doing anything to survive It's time to leave Can't get caught slipping And no tripping or we choose to die Cause the pressures are deadly So we gotta be ready to do anything to survive