[Intro: DJ Paul]
Man
Shit fucked up out here, bruh
Soon as a nigga try to clean up, they tryna put a nigga back on the concrete
They lay a nigga off
Already out on bail
Owe 20K on my bond
Child support gone to my DL's
Shit fucked up, man
Shit ain't adding up, bruh
Nigga ain't got no other choice, man
Nigga ain't got no motherfucking choice

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I was down on my luck, I was fucked up
I just needed something just to make it through the day
Nobody gave me nothing, nobody gave a fuck
So I had to get that Glock and do that shit the easy way
I was down on my luck, I was fucked up
I just needed something just to make it through the day
Nobody gave me nothing, nobody gave a fuck
So I had to get that Glock and do that shit the easy way

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I come from a city where niggas don't play about that pay
He ain't happy that nigga ain't eating, best be staying up out they way
But I was turned into a good guy, I turned the other cheek
I put my family first, ain't wishin' to be in a hearse
"I'm out these streets!" - at least that's what I thought
Until I went to work, they told me I was layed off
Just got a crib for my children, how I'm gon' pay it off?
Finally got this job anyway, cause my past is bad
Now they 'bout to turn me back into a fuckin' badass
Back to poppin that shit (you can tell), lay 'em down, put 'em in the trunk
Send a plot to they niggas "Mississippi River" drop 'em, watch 'em, sunk
Fire up the blunt, laugh it off, we're cracking them bottles, blastin all
Looking in the bank account money still growing, no matter the cost, I'm breakin' da law
But I ain't tryna get back into all of that
Already got all of my guys in retirement
But they tryna turn me back into that old Paul
Still got all my hitters on speed dial - it's a roll call!
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