The System

Just in the studio, man, doing my thing

One wiggy wiggy time

For all my hustlers, man

Here we go

This one for those on the dead end street

Hustling hard to make all the ends meet

I hope one day I see your Benz creep

Watch for the jealousy that most friends keep

SP, got the Bentley

All I can do is thank God 'cause He bless me

I used to be just like you

Sling crack rock on the avenue

Packing Glocks and running from cops

Most of my clients like they 'caine on the rocks

Guns shots like two blocks away

I wonder who the fuck caught a hot one today?

Nevermind, 'cause I don't wanna know

I just lost two good friends in a row

One second, things is looking beautiful

The next second you the star of the funeral

All my friends are on a dead end street (The system)

Some locked up and some are RIP (It's the system)

You can't win, there ain't no way, no how (The system)

Clock you change and get the fuck on out (It's the system)

We was Pyrex shakers, sunnyside money makers

In Hillwood, we had rocks big as Now 'N Laters

Quicksnap was the store that we slung at

Everybody knew me for my hundred packs

Across the street was Law Elementary

My car was so clean, kids was looking up to me

They wanna be like me, a true hustler

'Cause they daddy drives an old gas guzzler

The dop dealer, I ain't tryna brag, but

Fuck watching roaches tryna climb out my bathtub

I was a hard head, tryna be a drug lord

Slow my roll, nah homie, what the fuck for?

I'm in a two bed trailer, man, I'm dirt poor

When hurricanes would come I'd run next door

To my homie's house, his name is Hewlen Hodges

We gon' make it out this ghetto, man, I promise

All my friends are on a dead end street (The system)

Some locked up and some are RIP (It's the system)

You can't win, there ain't no way, no how (The system)

Clock you change and get the fuck on out (It's the system)

Ninety-nine percent of all criminals and dope dealers

Get busted by bullets or fucking squealers

And the one percent that made it was pure luck

But even he'll tell you that his life ain't worth a fuck

'Cause in his mind he was caught a thousand times

And in his mind he was shot a thousand times

Without peace there can be no happiness

I wear a cross around my neck like the Catholics

I'm not sure exactly what my religion is

I just know I thank God for my little kids

The system got us selling drugs like some guinea pigs

Then they arrest us after we done made it big

They take our money, our cars and our houses

Now tell me who's really selling the ounces?

And any cash that we might have hidden

Goes to the system, tryna stay out of prison

All my friends are on a dead end street (The system)

Some locked up and some are RIP (It's the system)

You can't win, there ain't no way, no how (The system)

Clock you change and get the fuck on out (It's the system)

All my friends are on a dead end street (The system)

Some locked up and some are RIP (It's the system)

You can't win, there ain't no way, no how (The system)

Clock you change and get the fuck on out (It's the system)