Two Roads K-Rino

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
It ain't but two roads that you can take
When you doing dirt to get the money that you make
I ain't gon' knock you for tryna get your mail
But all the true gangsters is dead or in jail
See boy, you's a fool, 15 years old
Thinking you gonna stack you up a killer bank roll
You used to have to scrape, now your crib is straight laid out
Started selling dope cause them crew cups done played out
The homeboys told ya but you didn't learn a thing
An OG even took you up under his wing
He said, "The dope game is like a basketball team
Everybody got a role, we can't all be a king"
You got some kingpins, you got the little Gs
Some people sell rocks, while others move keys
You work your way up and now you're making all the bread
But you might meet the Feds or some bullets to your head
'Cause it ain't but two roads

[Hook: K-Rino]
The game is sweet but sometimes it's sour
High cappers getting bumped off by the hour
You take the high road, you take the low
You'll end up dead but you'll be on Death Row

[Verse 2: K-Rino]
I got a friend who started struggling, hit some hard times
Never been the type to indulge in petty crimes
Anywhere you saw him, most likely you could find me
I graduated 1989, he came behind me
But when he graduated, he started getting nervous
Mama said, "You gots to get a job or join the service"
He thought to himself, "Should I push up on KFC
Or join the army and be all I can never be"
Then he remembered that his partner said, "Holla
At me any time you wanna make a quick dollar"
He kicked my boy down with a small lick to start with
Said that he would stop when he moved in his apartment
And get himself a ride, but yo, something happened
He started making bank, pulling freaks and high capping
He got to acting shife and people's dope he started taking
Now he's in the grave 'cause he crossed that Jamaican
It ain't but two roads