You never see traitors coming
It's like a riot squad hit
Downstairs, yeah I'm holding up the walls
I got too much love for the cash
There're clients for some weed
They could even rob their mom
I tell my life, and at the same time
I tell everybody's
Profit's climbing, the thugs
We wanna become big dealers
Sad life, we were soccer kids at first
And we ended up cuffed by the cops
All my life I've just hung around
All my life I've just hung out
With girls I'm not that smooth
'Cause I got a mom and sisters
So in the studio I gotta deliver
When are they getting out
On the contrary it splits
When you were in the crisis
And now you're getting out
Those sons of b*tches ain't happy
'Cause life grossed us out
All my life I've just hung around
All my life I've just hung out