Experience

[Verse 1] I know they said life is hard, but damn, can we get a hand? Can we get a chance, to show the world what we got? I wish everyone could live on a drug-free block No cops, no fiends, no shots, our moms and our pops Don't stop -- I'm inspired by niggas in my section We're here to die with no sense of direction One question -- Which way is up? Wanna even the balance, a couple million ain't enough Couple burdens is a discount, niggas on sale Wholesale or retail, a hotel with females That play dirty, and I should know better She tryna infiltrate, but I ain't gon' let her So, have you ever been introduced to a killer But couldn't figure cause his calm demeanour? It's like night and day when he palm the nina Caught a body on Dorega and they found it in the freezer It's never easy and you better believe it This show is an experience, listen or leave it [Hook] Live hard, you could fall in an instant Die harder, you gotta leave an imprint It's showin' an experience, pay attention and experience What it's like to live life His days, his nights My pains, my likes We only speak from experience, pay attention and experience [Verse 2] I know they say life ain't easy But why? We livin' underground They tryna hold us down Unlike the rapper that made a few bucks Success can't shut me up, what the fuck is up? With this bubblegum music Fuck it, I said it on cue like a poolstick I'm serious, a satellite radio Momma said 'Ain't nothin' worse than a lazy ho' Young'uns just livin' to die Sex is at an all-time high Little queen, body so mean Had sex with a fiend, got death in her genes And now she just waitin' to leave The rebel in me just waitin' to bleed We don't think of the future, we have fun first Been to jail for bullshit, but I've done worse I fade as the choices we make Pain leads to anger, anger turns to hate We all got a backseat in the hearse Yeah I want fame, but my manhood comes first [Hook] I swear I told 'em right off the bat When they let me out the cage, I wasn't coming back So now our whole world's gon' fail Sometimes being real can lead to jail That's why I walk with the humbleness And my talks on these tracks are thunderous Homie caught a body, hood got divided Niggas on the visit, some niggas at the wake Some people keep it real, others being fake She wanna be a freak, like do it on tape Crackheads look for something to sell Roommates with the devil, watch us living in hell [Hook]