Doin' Bad

[Verse 1:]

Man I'm doin bad I'ma come real with it

It Ain't struggle that make a man, it's how the man deal with it

Last days ya gotta recognize the negative ways and turn from 'em

We all make mistakes G but the key is to learn from 'em

I've been blessed to come across a lil paper

Made a lick and spent it quick then had lost a lil paper

Appreciating what we got, we true hood scholars

Then sat in circles with my partners, pitching in change to scrape for 5 dollars

When ya leave home the world change all of a sudden

Full grown you on ya own partner the world don't owe you nothin

I'm in this hole duckin and dodging the grim reaper

But the more I try to dig my way out it's gettin deeper

I'm doin bad baby

[Chorus:]

When everything around you is going wrong

And hard times seems to last too long

Your old school homeboys dead and gone

The game don't change keep pushing on

[Verse 2:]

I'm tryna show love but people take the bad and provoke

If I give this bum a dollar will he eat it or smoke it?

Put speculation to the side and jus go out on a limb

I'm visualizing myself one day being just like him

So I focus on my paper, Got a mission to rise

Try to see life thru the eyes of the poor and despised

Cause there my people man, I never turn my back on 'em

To my young hustlers walkin these cuts with crack on 'em

It's another way, I hope you're feelin ya brother

I know that cash be comin fast, but dog we killin each other

Making bad moves trusting fools, caught up in crosses

And you ain't different from the rest player, we all done took loses

Better shake it off, coz a real man would accept

Responsibility and play it with the hand he was dealt

See my shrink done even ran outta questions to ask

Plus I'm holdin family animosity from the past

[Chorus:]

When everything around you is going wrong

And hard times seems to last too long

Your old school homeboys dead and gone

The game don't change keep pushing on

[Verse 3:]

My paper playin out, really ain't too much in my stack

In a Lacc, clutchin a gat, my stomach touching my back

The world is testing me, but at the same time my girls stressin me

My actions be the reason why the man ain't blessin me

Should I chase mine with skill or a gun on my waist line?

And face time, these question go deep as a bass line

I'ma take it the whole nine, or catch a case tryin

Confess my sins hoping that god will erase mine

Gotta raise ya game level when the trouble appears

I got partners I been hangin with for 15 years

Yeah I'm strong but I'm worn out and tired in the mind

Cause water drippin on a rock can wear it down over time

ya feel me? I ain't a baller, I'm a child of the ditch

Being broke is a test, but money is a trial for the rich

And to the ones that past on, G'z we lost in the game

Y'all come to life every time somebody mention ya name

[Chorus:]

When everything around you is going wrong

And hard times seems to last too long

Your old school homeboys dead and gone

The game don't change keep pushing on

[Outro:]

Throw 'em up for ya partner that done past away

Throw 'em up for that baby that was born today

Throw 'em up if ya hustlin and making ya pay

Throw 'em up if ya feelin every word I say