Made N' America

Got me livin the life

Got me livin the life

That I don't want to

[L.A. Nash]

Never knew life could be so fucked up with no God to call

Labelled us ills, big boys developed the hearts to ball

It seems the dreams we saw got burst

Lit up the ammunition, won the war bodies back to the Earth

They say from war comes peace

I say in the streets of L.A. let it begin on every corner and streets

In the belly of the beast is where me and my enemies meet

Inhalin teflon shells until the death of me

And to you devils plottin now know this

Haven't forgotten my tactics, so when you shoot, don't miss, bitch

I know it's a sin to be suicidal

But the way you niggas and bitches is trippin today is like 'fuck the Bible'

No hesitation like, nigga, no breath

Can escape Nash or the angel of death

Lost in a world where we all feel pain

The Lord keeps callin my name, so I escape again

You never know when it's yo time to go

Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow

Got me livin the life

That I don't want to

[uncredited guest rapper]

I praise God for relief, this life is hell

I'm trapped between jail cells and hell, felonies lately to stack mail

These niggas wanna see me or do they wanna be me

If I get it raw I draw heat like McGraw, feel me

Mama, without a coma, this G thuggin

Got me feeling like I'm addicted to all the drama

Don't know when I'ma touch the other side but I'ma ride

For all my niggas that died and all the tears you cried

But first things first, riders clown in this fast life

Aggravated thoughts got my bound by my past times

Mama cried, we try, every day spend gettin high

Money, bitches and jewels until we die

Now watch em fly, like a bird will have you ballin or get you cracked

Scandalous homies'll turn they back and have your ass jacked

It's a fact, niggas stack to be the mack

When it's on it's on, I bring the chrome, now watch em moan

You never know when it's yo time to go

Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow

Got me livin the life

That I don't want to

[Young Prodeje]

The streets got a young nigga cold

The streets'll make a young nigga old

Sell your soul to get parole

It didn't take a man to hold the heat and blast him off his feet

Where evil lurk we put in work and represent the street

I hit my knees but it burn cause I done touched the other side

Where we hellbound in a small town and the weak can't survive

Where my 9 to 5 is snatchin souls, fuckin bitches, buyin gold

Tellin my little homies if it's the life they wanna go

My nigga Lucifer'll keep it true to ya, all he want is your soul

But you don't need that, it don't matter where you go

So I'ma ball while I'm here, roam this western hemisphere

Livin this life I don't wanna live but I ain't ready to leave here

[Prodeje]

I almost lost my soul to the .44

So many niggas ficticious and quick to getcha if you don't know

Gotta beat the heartless, in Cali the foulest niggas'll fade you

Better watch your shit cause it be crackin somethin major

All my life I done ducked so many damn slugs

I felt em rippin through the walls as I prayed to the Lord

Nobody falls, so many homies fell though

And you can count the blood stains but they all got a different story to tell though

You never know when it's yo time to go

Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow

Got me livin the life

That I don't want to