Oh yeah

this dope shit done got a lot of my niggas

taken out the game

And to my brother Kevin Miller rest in peace fool



Verse 1



Growing up in the Calliope New Orleans to be exact g

I had to pack a gat I thought somebody was out to kill me

I'm paranoid I toss and turn in my sleep g

My best friend done turned into my motherfucking enemy

19 years old gold fronts and a mean mug

I hooked up with my little cousin Jimmy

learned to slang drugs

A lot of shit done changed in my fucking neighborhood

This fast cash got the P living no good

I'm deep up in this shit and ain't no turning back

Me and my cousin ?? say I got him for a fucking sack

I told him check his bitch, but he didn't here me though

He didn't believe that his bitch was out smoking dope

Now I gotta stand on my own 2

I came in this world by myself

that's the way I'm gone die fool

One year later and my cousin doing life on a case

I moved to Richmond California just to fucking get away

Bumped into my partner King from New Orleans

He couldn't find a job and I'm back to slanging amphetamines

And everything was cool for a fucking while g

Til I went to this club and this fool tried me

We in the back with some bitches counting hundreds

Til these suckers walked up and said jack

these niggas from the country

We didn't have no gats, I had to make a g move

Connects and head butting, that's how I did this fool

King G hit this boy with a upper cut

30 days in the county, but we didn't give a fuck



(Chorus)



Anything goes

Life's a trip, but that's how the game goes



Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked

Ready to put some fools on they back



1, 2, 3 a nigga slanging keys

but why you have to mess with P



Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked

Ready to put some fools on they biggety back



Verse 2



Released from the county on a PO

The only way to get back on my feet is slang that diggety dope

Hooked up with my partner, my cutty mac

Two days later I'm back rolling motherfucking black

Lexus coup with a droptop Benz

And in the glove compartment you'll find about 33,000 ends

I ain't tripping cause the game get deep though

Got a phone call, couldn't sleep bro

They say my little brother died back in New Orleans

Pop pop boom and it killed him, here him scream

But I ain't tripping cause mama still here a cry

In Richmond one day the P is gonna die

And if I do I guess I'm going out like a g though

Like the movie on the motherfucking Untouchables

So when I go out, I know I'm fucking living wrong

They betta take me out like fucking Al Capone