Just Tryin’ Ta Make It Freddie Gibbs

[Intro]
Yeah, okay
Gangsta, Gangsta Gibbs, nigga
Yeah, I'm down
I got my back against the wall, ready to ride
Better livin' on my mind
See it in my eyes, I'm just tryin' to make it
Yeah, life at a hundred miles an hour, nigga

[Verse 1]
I live my life in the fastlane, hundred miles an hour
Anything for the cash, mane, marijuana to powder
Peep the style of a ghetto child runnin' wild
At the park, hydroponics gettin' sparked, steppin' over broken crack vials
It's like this way of livin' chose me
Police approaching me, this ain't the way I wanna be
This ain't how I wanna live
I dream about having kids, but I'm afraid
That as they grow they won't see they daddy live
'Cause daddy is problematic, daddy got bad habits
Hopefully when I'm older, I look back and I laugh at it
For now, I'ma deal with it
Get my heat and kill with it
I'm droppin' any nigga in the way of my meal ticket, I wonder why
In the ghetto, we really living to die
Hunger pains make you fiend for a slice of the devil's pie
But it gotta be a better way
Before I lay me down to sleep, I hit my knees and pray