I got money, I got fame, I got houses, cars, stupid shit

Thought everything would be alright

Thought I'd do something for my moms

I'm telling you, I love you mom

I love you baby

Eryn Cierra, I love you

Ha ha, I hate the way I live

I hate the way, I hate it, I hate it

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon



Chorus: repeat 2X



Niggaz close to me too scared to let me fly

Niggaz close to me ain't scared to let me die

What I'm ridin for, ain't nobody fightin for, ya heard me?

I hate the way I live, I hate the way I live (c'mon, c'mon)



[Mr. Serv-On]

Niggaz act like we was close

I could see it in they eyes, what we had went up in smoke

We used to laugh and joke

When money was small, time to change

I thought everybody would ball, thought if I could call back our life

I guess the bad times when we was broke and down to fight

I'm back to back, pass me a strap, but I feel assed out

It's like I'm the only nigga screamin for the poor niggas down south

The rain seem to cover my tears

I remember the days stealin out of Sears

How am I ever anticipated by bitches killin niggas doing time

And gang related, somebody feel my pain

I thought I'd change, thought I had so much to give

I made a little money, but I hate the way I live

I hate the way I live, c'mon



Chorus 2X



[Mr. Serv-On]

See my life

If it was a book I'd tell my homies turn back the page

Cause it be like I'm a little child

walking in a man's body lookin for a better age

Cause when I was two I lost my pops and I ain't know what to do

I know what they put my moms through,

working her fingers to the bone

It was like she was stabbin at her head stone

Get home alon