Tomorrow

**** a *****, suck a **** thats how I feel
I dont hang with or **** with jits, cause they aint real
I hang with flame slangin gang bangin *****s in the field
No flaggin, toe taggin, *****s doing drills
They talking but aint doing shit, Im so true to this
Dont give a *** * about your future *****, Ill let this rugger spit
Making diss songs to get on, trynna play a *****, I dont get no tracks to sing on *****s, I just swing on *****s
Road runnin till like 4 something Im just livin like a star
**** money blew like four onions in this rental car
All that hatin shit and ganging shit , aint gone get you far
All that actin like you bout it, that shit might get you shot
*****s mad Im winning, and they losing
My lil brother he stupid, pop beans and act stupid
Jump out with a uzi, big clip shoot a movie
*****s in they feeling, they ******* be pickin and choosin
I woke up this morning , with tomorrow on my brain
Today could be the day I fall a victim to the game
If I lose my life tonight my momma probably go insane
The fact, that a *****s took my life for a name
Last night I had a dream, that an all black Impala hit my hood with a choppa, kill me and 4 of my partners
I died on my corner with my pistol in my pocket
Bleedin from my face, my old lady trynna stop it
Last week was last week, but last week was an close one
The crackers pulled me over, and he slightly approached me
He walked around a side me, with his hand on his holster
I went to grab my I.D, and the cracker almost smoked me
Where I come from is the jungle
Where I come from is hard not to go under
Where I come from full of sorrow (Tryna make it to tomorrow)
So we slidin, and ridin the car full of Semis
Cause it get violent this side of the city
Word around town is them boys getting busy
They jump out with Tecs, and Macs, and Glizzys
I got a 30 my lil bro got 50
Thats 30 for 30, thats 60 for 20
He want some smoke, then tell him come get it
He wanna blow, then tell him we with it
(Yeaaa, yea, we with it)