[Verse 1: Lute]
I got a friend who little brother infatuated with guns
I tell him "Watch yourself, with that you know what comes"
Two shots to the lungs 'cause some young nigga thought you had it coming
And I know you not the type for running
AK sound off like the band drumming
Quick to check a nigga if he sayin' something under his breath
Two shells is left, everyday niggas dance with death
I got a tone that make you one-two step
You see, life's too short to be so reckless
Which one? Your life or that gold necklace
'Cause niggas soul checkin' and all my life I been so patient
They say, "Life is what you make it", so it's all for the taking
Seen a family get evicted, had me reminiscing
Yet I'm bitching about life, I should be happy I'm alive
But shit, we tired of flipping fries, niggas trapping on the side
Don't need no blue check, bye, to be verified
I'm so solidified, they don't question my qualifications
Young legend in the making, I'm tryna' be patient
But no time to be waiting, I'm just feeding my baby
Unemployed, no diploma, what nigga, this crazy

[Chorus: Lute]
Gotta be another way, aye
Gotta be another way, aye
Gotta be another way, aye
Gotta be another way
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