Situation critical cause shit ain't nothin nice
Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz lose they life
Money comes in different
ways the dope game's kinda slow
Niggaz used to havin money are lookin kinda po'
Dank or dope there ain't no hope
this niggaz peelin caps
Gangstas pullin major leagues and brag about the jack
Situation critical this chewy got me stuck
Indo calm a nigga down but keeps a nigga pumped
My partners mamas smokin rocks and turns into a hoe
And since they fuck with that right
nigga the gat will snort and blow
Killas move in silence and the jokers run they mouth
Fightin fools that don't exist take that nigga out
Cause his love is murder two jack
burgers takin your respect
Coke and dank sex then baked your homies in the set
So flash yo cash and whoop your
ass if you've got more than me
And whatever you got is more than mine so nigga let me see
Cause jealousy's reality when it
comes to niggaz bread
And snitches go from rags to riches snitchin to the feds
Cause coke is queen and money is king
and niggaz want the crown
So all you niggaz goin up you fuckers comin down
The situations critical with doughies on the streets
Kill em dead and get yo bread
but make sure that you eat
But I ain't done yet
The situations critical
My baby's momas trippin got my son
and I can't keep him
Wanna cry to hear him on the phone
but she won't let me see him
This chewy got me paranoid and boy im kinda scared
Niggaz startin to know my face so I had to cut my hair
Cause nigga shit is gettin thick from here to Alabama
Cause every nigga's tryin ta live like Tony Face Montana
Some niggaz talk about they'll kill
but nigga no you won't
Some niggaz that dream of playin hoop
but end up sellin dope
Cause 3 6 5 like everyday man dolja takes it toll
And motherfuckas live to be a G Original
Cause kill groups its keys the juke
and rubber band they G's
Money shows this ain't no joke
well bow down to your knees
Situation critical fuck that 9 to 5
Chewy got these niggaz amped
and they ain't scared to die
So miss me with that bullshit and hit me with that bank
Make me with that bammer bitch
and rush me with that dank
Time is runnin out partna time ain't runnin in
My freedom is the only life so fuck the fuckin pen
So as I chew my juicy fruit and think about the dead
And all my niggaz that had died
because they had some bread
My mind is on another level nigga this is typical
Check my eyes I'm dyin inside situations critical
Situations critical
Niggaz dressin rich knowin they broke without a doubt
Born and raised in the same hood
in a roach infested house
Situation critical I think I'm bout to die
The enemy is creepin up and fuckin off my high
A nigga hit the 5th and makes it home in desperation
Wipe the sweat hold my chest and then I plot retaliation
Now before you clown you best calm down
cause I read you like a book
Now must you stare
cause I don't care cause I won't even look
Thangs ain't what they used to be a motherfucka told ya
Niggaz got the mind to kill and that includes the rollers
Cause 2 4 7 like everyday niggaz servin cluckers
Beatin up the bustas fuckin Tommy Tuckers
Some niggaz say they gangstas
and they love when money folds
But mosta the time these niggaz be beefin over hoes
Cause pussy comes a savage beast
and it also makes you broke
Especially when that sexy freak is snortin all your coke
So check my situation fool and check my state of mind
No matter how you makin paper nigga thats a grind
My indo habit increase this week
from eighth up to a half
And nothin funny motherfucka nigga why you laugh
So fuck this fame and fuck
these records motherfuck these raps
My mother's broke there ain't no hope
her son ain't got no stacks
Its the same old song
I'm doin wrong nigga this is typical
check the fuckin world mama situations critical
Situations critical